Friday Fictioneers: Blue Sky At Night

Posted on November 30, 2012

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Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The ground was so clean, I felt utterly out of place. It almost didn’t seem like a real city. I looked up at the moon, hanging in the blue night sky. I remember when the night sky was black, but that was a faraway sky, the sky from before we moved, the sky above potato fields blanketed by winter snow.

I waited in the momentary quiet for her to emerge from the store. She’d promised me something to eat if I carried her bags, but didn’t want me inside. She’d be followed.

I wish she’d buy me a coat.

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