Microfiction: After the sunset #writephoto

I threatened to write a sequel to the piece inspired by Sue’s photo prompt, so here it is.


Vixen stopped and looked back. Dog fox sat and wrapped his brush neatly over his toes. The sky beyond the stones was darkening though not with night; it was dark because the sky was empty. The pale sun had set and no moon would rise. The stars had all fallen and the universe turned its back on the earth. A flock of birds filled the gap between the stones with their swift, soft flight. An owl followed, another. They were the last. The stones leant together, fell and shattered. The doorway had gone. Fox shook himself, vixen yawned and they trotted into the starlit night.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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