At Dusk (Part One)
Her eyes reflected the setting sun, falling, falling from the sky. She watched and watched until darkness reigned once more, and her eyes settled back into a deep brown as they always were. Sighing, she looked back down at the pile of unwashed dishes, and the floor which was spread thickly with a layer of dust. The sound of running water formed a hollow echo in the empty house.
Watching the sunset every evening was an escape for her. On some days, giant grey clouds obscured every trace of a beautiful sky. On other days, varying hues of orange and pink, and when she was lucky, purple, adorned the sky in an ever-changing gradient of colours. It was something magical, something that she looked forward to- a burst of colour in her dull and lonely life. And in a magical world where she was lost in her own thoughts, she could remember him more clearly.
(to be continued…)