I always look forward to the morning rays of sun. Every morning, the golden rays shine down on my living room couch shyly at first, and then slowly paint the whole room in their golden-orange shade. I am never tired of watching the friendship between my living room and the morning sun.
But today is different. It rained all through last night. The thunder and lightning screamed through my living room and bedroom. The blustery wind raced along with them and ravaged the whole neighborhood.
Today, the sun is held captive behind the dark clouds and I feel a bit relieved. At least the morning rays won’t be heartbroken by seeing the state of my living room.
My couch appears uncomfortable as the roof sits on it uncouthly, painting my bleak future rather accurately.
This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and forty first edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – BLEAK hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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4 thoughts on “Bleak #FictionMonday”
The first thought that came to my mind was the friendship between the sunrays and my garden. I go through similar emotions. The ending was quite unexpected.
“I am never tired of watching the friendship between my living room and the morning sun.” I love this sentence. And then this “At least the morning rays won’t be heartbroken by seeing the state of my living room.” What a beginning and what an ending!
The description in the first paragraph was mesmerizing. The ending was surprising and sad. I wish nothing was bleak.