It is the day of the Sun. Today we drink, we dance, and we feast. We forget everything else and pretend that nothing matters. But the night falls; it is time to let the stars watch our sleep. For we must be prepared for what is to come: the day of the Moon.
Note: This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for August 2020 was “Sunday”.
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The planet is ours again. Hares, squirrels and geese in parks, fish on the shore, (...) I wrote this piece to enter Fish Publishing's Lockdown Prize, where writers were asked to submit pocket prose of up to 100 words on the theme: “Coronavirus – the writer’s response to the strange times of 2020”.
Ever since I entered this path, it has been shakes, bumps, and skids. (...) This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for June 2020 was “rocky road”.
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