Flash Fridays: Midnight

Sep 23, 2022 | Flash Fridays | 0 comments

It’s time for another Flash Friday!

I was proper shocked when I looked back through my old posts and discovered its been A WHOLE YEAR since I last posted one of these. Surely that can’t be right?! I remember writing my last one like it was yesterday – it’s actually scary how fast time can go when you’re busy…well, just living a normal life to be honest.

I’ve now set up a recurring reminder on my phone to do one of these every week – even if I still forget some weeks, or guiltily swipe the notification away, I’m hoping I’ll still be able to post more than one a year!

Anyway, I chose this week’s subject to fit in with the latest voice.club competition theme – even though I don’t enter the competitions anymore, I always enjoy seeing what the themes are and thinking about what I’d write for each of them.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comments!

Z x

 

Midnight
349 words

On the fateful night that Estella returned, the weather couldn’t have been more perfect. The moon hung bright in the darkness, a shiny silver medallion stitched into the deep, inky blue fabric of the sky. Above her, the stars glowed and the wind sighed, its voice filling up the hollow places of the world. The gentle rustle of leaves whispered in her ears. And even though a whole age of men had passed since she’d last set foot on Earth, every step she took still felt like coming home.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, the cool scent of the night breeze enveloping her. Star magic tingled in her fingers; the music of the moon sang in her limbs. Her whole body vibrated with power and joy. Oh, to be young and take mortal form once again – she laughed wildly, the sound startling several birds from their roost. She danced over tree roots and weaved through the branches, almost giddy with drawing real breaths for the first time in what felt like forever. The air, although more tainted than it had been a generation ago, was still sweet in her lungs.

Finally, she stopped in a small glade where delicate white flowers grew, their petals luminous in the light of the full moon. She looked up at the sky, feeling the feather-soft fall of star magic on her face. She turned and saw the small dark spot in the sky where she used to be. Directly below, just visible above the tree line, a faint pink glow could be seen. Not the dawn, nor any mortal light. Whatever it was, it was the thing that had awoken her from her sleep in the sky and sent her back to earth.

Deep in the woods, an owl hooted.

Taking a deep breath, she began to run towards the light. Towards the unknown. But still a fierce joy filled her as she ran, the night wind whipping her hair and stinging her eyes. And sweeping out behind her as she ran towards her fate, was her dress of midnight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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