One thing I love about having a blog again is getting to share the random snippets I write when no one is looking. Enjoy:
It was that time, when the night blended into a dark mass and its sky fell over all the earth. Few people ever see this mysterious time, when the lights in the houses are dark and barely a flicker of a stray television that some lucky soul had fallen asleep to might be seen in the distance. It was the time of the night shift worker, the boozy club kid staggering home, and that particular breed of human known as the insomniac. She had been one for as long as she could remember, the years melting into one long night covered by stars or moons or the haze of clouds that would obscure them all.
It was this forever night that took her into its confidence. It embraced her, whispering its dark secrets into her frustrated ears. Night after night she would listen to its call - the stray siren, the scream that should have distressed her but never did, the revving motorcycles and noisy buses. They all spoke to her in the elite language of the pitch black. This was her lullaby. The secrets of the night unfolded themselves to her and in turn her soul cried back to them. A dialogue that ended only with the first light of dawn.
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