Chapter Four: Early MorningMature

The sky was like that of an evening one, burning with amber, amethyst, ruby, smoky grey and wisps of pearl-white, sapphire and flames just beginning to creep in at the edges. Real smoke poured from chimneys, eclipsing the faded, white-grey-pink shadow of the moon that still remained in the sky, like the residue of a sticking-plaster, after it has been ripped away.

Cats stroll back into their owners houses, like teenagers returning after a wild night out. Flocks of black, grey and white birds start to rise from their nests in garden hedges, The daisies petals open again and the sun rises to its rightful position, a burning sphere of blood, fire, amber and stars.

The End

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