New Day #FictionMonday

The setting sun must be in pain, she thought, else why would it scatter so much hues of red, orange, and pink frantically. It must be leaving only because it had to although it never wants to. Else why would the sun, burning all through the day end up painting the sky in various shades every single time leaving the on looker craving for another glance?

Nothing ends completely. Never. The sun rises again tomorrow and once again paints the sky in irresistible and adorable hues.

Nothing is permanent. That makes everything beautiful and valuable.

She stole another look at the sky unable to held back her tears. Nothing is lost. Every day is a new beginning to end with another master piece. In that blissful moment she realized every failure she encountered had propelled her to do something better. She felt hope and peace filling her mind after a long time.

© Vinitha Dileep

This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and fiftieth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – BLISS hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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5 thoughts on “New Day #FictionMonday

  1. As I began reading the post, I thought how can anyone look at the setting sun and have these thoughts? Sunsets and the colour play in the sky used to look beautiful to me. And then there are different perspectives. Anything is fine as long as it ends on a hopeful note. I liked how the character indulged in self-counseling in order to feel better.


  2. Sunset can instill so many emotions in us. I find them very poetic. The impermanence of things makes me happy and sad. Just wish some things would last a bit longer.


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