The Darkness #1
The heavily varnished purple door of the Victorian building started to swing towards the glinting sunlight. Chubby fingers with scraps of pink glittery varnish wrapped around the centralized brass acorn shaped door furnishing giving it a hefty tug.
Sophie’s face scrunched up with the effort of it all as a click was heard. The heavy wooden exit partially closed, separating her from Edward being nursed as usual in her mothers arms, she had achieved her goal.
Mossy green eyes glanced towards the early Sunday’s rays as irises constricted, blinking pale red lashes whilst the eight year old’s body descended the stairs, making headway towards the pavement.
It was one of those mornings, having a slight cool breeze in the air. Yet the sunshine was dazzling against the night’s rain that had splashed upon the mish mash of broken and new paving stones.
One after the other her patent red shoes came in to view, stamping upon each Autumnal leaf that dressed the ground. She twisted with vigour before moving to the next, as if squishing out frustrations or anger. ‘Why did things have to change?’ crept through her thoughts.
Sophie was fed up of life at home, ‘There must be more to existing’, questioned her young mind as fingertips’ scrunched against the white cotton dress chosen by her mother for Church.
She felt like a meringue, cheeks were still red from the morning’s hissy fit at not being allowed to wear her red trousers. The youngster moved down the empty pavement, no one to be seen even as the smell of freshly baked croissants from the bakery down the road filtered in to her nostrils
Sophie’s tummy grumbled as a wisp of air made her light fringe tickle against furrowed forehead, one hand lifting to rub the itch as it then grasped the pink band out of her braid. “From now on I do my own hair” she announced forcefully to an empty audience as the pink elastic circle dropped limply to the ground.
Small shoulders’ rounded fleetingly against the sudden onset of a chill as her feet came to a standstill, a dark shadow akin to a thunder cloud taking the sparkle out of the rain splatters upon the pavement.
Instead a shadowy form appeared, moving slowly over and infront of her vision, a large circle with a thin attachment from which seemed to spread wings, wings that spanned from one side of the road to the other, wings that became real as they cloaked the young girl until she was gone….
Thank you for reading my moment of fiction inspired by Andy Townend , Andrew Seal & Cheney who have either persuaded, cajoled or given me ideas to make a story out of my original post that you can see here.
The Question is – Should there be more? Honest feedback appreciated, don’t be polite, honesty is the best policy? Does this spark an interest to wonder what happened next? Is there room for improvement? Something you might have changed?
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