The sunrise couldn’t have been brighter. He looked at the horizon the way a mother may look at her newborn child; with disbelief and pride. With wide eyes, he reached out as though to touch the painted surface of the sky, its watercolour strokes stunning behind the silhouette of urban reality.
“That’s the sun,” he told his daughter, whose sparkling eyes were already full of questions. “It’s the most beautiful thing you’ll ever see.”
“What does it do?” she asked, shading her eyes from the light with her palm.
He lowered his own hand. The sky was changing colour every second; from a deep red to a startling pink, to green and blue and, finally, a beautiful azure. It was all happening quicker than he ever remembered, and with a blink of an eye the sunrise was over. A wash of white light spread across the world, hiding all shadows.
“It just… does,” he said. “It does everything.”
But as they stood and watched, the orb began to descend towards the horizon again. “Don’t take your eyes off it,” he told his daughter, taking her hand and squeezing. “And don’t forget it.”
The sky, first blue, then green, then a beautiful, startling pink, was soon pulsing a deep red. With a blink, the daylight was gone again, the world around them plunged into darkness.
I’ve decided to start including creative writing on this blog, and am committing to completing a short writing prompt every day during February. The prompts have been taken from here, although I may shuffle some of the days around if I fancy. The rules for writing here are: there are no rules. So these pieces can be as long, as short, as rubbish or as good as I want them to be. It’s all practice, right?