The image for Sonya’s Three Line Tales writing prompt is such a magical one, I had two goes at it—the first, a three line story, and the second, a three line poem.
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After curfew, the darkness was total, solid and malevolent, when the chosen victims, rebels, conspirators or those who simply failed to clap loud enough, or whose eyes betrayed their opposition, were picked up and never seen again.
For a week or more, the nocturnal silence has been broken by cries of protest, screams and calls for help, and the air hummed with forbidden conversations.
Tonight, there is no darkness—a million hands hold up a million candles so the air glimmers like a reflection of the glowing of all the sands of all the seas, as if all the stars hover just above the earth in a sea of light, and the humming is a single shout, a demand for freedom.
If every wish was a light and every light a wish,
the night would sing as loud and long as spring’s dawn chorus,
and we would sleep beneath a million suns.