A silver light,
In blue
It was.
A glimmer on
Still
Water.
A place of dream
Of home
It was.
A hope for
Time’s lost
Daughter.
A Silver Light
Month: September 2020
Another World
Photo prompt: © CEAyr
“See the lamppost?”
Nick nodded.
“See that reflection?”
Another nod.
“You walk into that store and you’ll be in another world.”
The younger boy shook his head, hair so severely cut it almost looked shaven. Ruben fed him, but everything had a price. True in the orphanage. True on the streets.
“Your loss,” Ruben shrugged. “If you prefer life as it is now …” he drew the last word out.
Nick tried to see through the window. It was like a mirror. He didn’t like what he saw.
“I’ll go,” he said.
“Hat on. Bring out something good. Don’t get caught.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
