A Breath of Night

A super-short piece inspired by the photography of Deborah Nadeau

It is only a loan.  A temporary engagement between the lonesome and the lost.  Some warmth in exchange for a place to come back to.  A revolving arrangement.  But only until dawn, when the falling dust sparkles, disappears, and sparkles again, dancing across light... sporadic light streaming in thru slats.  But then it's time to leave.  Don't be afraid.  This spot will stay warm until you fall back to sleep.  And the next time you call me, I'll be right here in the sound of the waves slapping the cliffs beneath this attic window.  I will return.  I promise.  But I do need to go.  For now.

Reviews

[J.K. (Not Rowling)]

I can pictue this as a "teaser" excerpt on the back or inside flap of a novel... it has definite intrigue that could lead to a million places (if you chose to). I always enjoy your take on an image, and this piece certainly did not let me down. There is a desperate hope in this piece that is encouraging, almost in spite of itself. I particularly like how you incorporate the senses into this short piece. Well done, and I'm glad you're back!