One Night
Tonight The Pensive Quill features a short story by guest writer Thomas Dixie Elliot
A reddening Irish sky casts a bloody reflection on the long narrow lake. The lofty mountain on the eastern side of the lake gradually loses it’s purples and greens to the dark grey shadows of dusk.
The incessant cawing of crows as they circle above pierces the quietude like an angry crowd. One of their number, perhaps tired after a day of foraging, alights on a fence post for momentary respite. It looks out over the valley before spreading it’s wings and flying off to join it’s comrades on their obstreperous flight. They merge into a darkening sky that draws the night like a curtain.
As the moon rises from behind the mountain casting light upon the inky landscape, clouds change shape and form as they drift across the night sky. Faint lights in the darkness indicate where those who work the land rest up before the coming day brings further toil. This land is hard but beautiful, as are those who eke their existence from it.
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