Her WorldShe watched the clouds swim by, blots of cream in a sea of bruised crimson. The sky was slowly darkening, foreboding and beautiful at the same time. She smiled, a crooked twitch of the mouth that seemed more like a door swinging on rusting hinges. She lay there on that little hill, a still, silent observer of a world that moved on so quickly.
Look, the sun had already set. How odd: she had only blinked, and yet the horizon had swallowed it up. The night would come soon. Maybe the moon would wind its way into the heavens and beam down, unaware that it was only taking the place of one brighter. With a calm, steady hand, she reached skyward, as if trying to brush the stars, then let her arm fall to her side.
Hear, the birds were quiet now. They tucked tired heads under soft, comforting wings, now vulnerable, now blind as they shut their drowsy eyes. They'd long ago stopped singing, but she hadn't noticed. With a calm, steady hand, she cupped an ear, hoping to catch the last of their song.