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09 March 2012 @ 09:55 am
Flash Fiction Challenge - Song Shuffle, Part II  
So I shuffled and got 'I Sing the Body Electric' with Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. I also listened to the original for reference. Didn't care much for either version and couln't really get a story out of it, untill I came up with this small drabble last night, while trying to sleep. It's really just the musings of one of my characters.
Link to challenge.
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When the guy finally left, he waited for about fifteen minutes, toying with his empty coffee cup as if he still had something in it, then got up and left the café himself. He took a shortcut through the park. The air was crisp as it had been the night before and the brown leaves were falling from the trees in small showers like snow. They might still get a couple of warm days, but autumn was undeniably here. The sky had a dark blue colour that looked like velvet and it seemed to be so low that he could reach out and touch it. He frowned. Thoughts like that reminded him of her and her quirky way of thinking.
Still, the night sky was a beautiful sight. Here in the middle of the park, the lights from the city were distant and the stars were bright. He stopped to look up at them and his gaze traced the familiar shapes of the constellations; Orion, Cassiopeia, Ursa Major. Then he imagined all of the stars blinking out one by one and being replaced by new stars, new constellations. He looked down, a grim smile playing on his lips. Somehow, he thought, when he tried to be quirky, it didn’t come out quite the same way.
 
 
Current Mood: surprisedsurprised
Current Music: I Sing the Body Electric
 
 
(Anonymous) on March 11th, 2012 09:24 pm (UTC)
Interesting.
Beautiful writing.
I'd love to see that developed and expanded a little more! : )
eileen_alphabeteileen_alphabet on March 13th, 2012 12:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It is about one of the characters I'm writing about, so perhaps it will find a place in the story.