Silence fell over stark highland slopes. No longer did curlews' shadows skim the grassy shelving stone of the heights; gone their mournful cries, like starving children lost in the wilds.
Mists lapped at the mountains and swallowed the sun, which died like a red-hot coal plunged into water. Night started its creeping advance.
A fox yipped from a crag. Another answered from a gully's dim depths.
Startling at the sound, starlings burst from waterside willows, skirling up into the charcoal sky -- great swirls and swaths like living smoke. Among their shimmery gauze gleamed one last cinder.
The evening star.
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Prompt: star
How many "star-" words can you find? :D
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Drabbles
General FictionJust an oddball collection of drabbles. (Each drabble is 100 words.)
