Tuesday, December 13, 2016


Posted Tuesday December 13

A thousand sparkling diamonds encrust a jet black sky. Icy particles on the grass beneath my feet glisten in the eerie light of a shimmering silver moon. I should sleep. But if I did I would be deprived of this secret miracle of nature.

A distant hoot of a night owl breaks the silence, and a rabbit darts hither and thither on its zig-zag route. The green eyes of a fox stare straight into mine as it stands motionless, balanced on three legs. A moth flutters around a lamp.

If I were asleep, the world of the night would carry on regardless. I would be unaware of it. It would be unaware of me.

Eyes heavy, legs leaden, I reluctantly wend my weary way home. I open wide the curtains and lay on my bed looking out through frozen panes of glass to the place I’ve just discovered.

It will have gone when I wake. The calm of the night replaced by the bustle of the day.

And so to sleep wishing I was a creature of the night.

Wishing, sleeping, dreaming.

This week's photo at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is provided by Maria @ Doodles and Scribbles


  1. Nice reflective piece Keith, captured the contrast of night life compared to daytime. Good work.

  2. This is absolutely moving. Love it! Beautifully written.

  3. Wonderful! A dreamy, feel good story. I enjoyed!

  4. I felt the hush and it reminds me to slow down in this busy season.

  5. Lovely story I almost come to love the night Beautiful
    A merry christmas Keith

  6. Lovely response Keith and I like the use of the word "wend" I don't think it gets used enough...

    1. There are so many lovely words out there which have fallen into disuse.Thanks Michael.

  7. Beautifully dreamy. I like this.

  8. Enjoyed this...well done! Nicely pointed out, the things that are happening at night while we sleep.
    We have the pleasure of experiencing both ....to a certain degree.

  9. I have always loved the magic of the night world as opposed to the busy workings of day. You wrote this beautifully, I know exactly how it felt!

  10. Wow! That was absolutely lovely, Keith. I was there - I could feel it, taste it, hear it.

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    Travel, Fiction and Photos