This is the beginning of a story I have started:
As the sun crept slowly over the town of Camros in the early hours of the morning, there were few signs to show that this day was different. In the dim morning light, shadows could be seen moving about the square, chalky white houses. If one were to look up at the sky, the pale blue moon could still be seen moving slowly out of view as it was chased away by the new sun. The combination of the moon and red sun together made the sky a glowing purple and was a view that could only be seen for a few minutes every day. The scene was unique to anything else in the village and on that morning, only one person noticed it.
As Kala stared out at the sky from the window of the bell tower, she couldn’t help wishing that there was someone else there to watch the view with her. She was rarely awake so early in the morning but on the rare occasions when she couldn’t sleep, she loved to sit by her window and stare at the sky.
2006-10-25
12:52:48
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