Night, Night

Written for Simply 6 Minutes

It’s a day of purple roses, and his smile said it all.

Their skull faces, with a hint of a smile watched the other flowers wilt around them, while they survived the night howlers. Owls, hovering above them in search of prey. Little mice, with their own life to lead. It was the survival of the fittest, and sometimes they were able to escape their fate.

A sneer, grew, and grew, until their faces merged with the night.

They were able to sprout legs, and walk across the field, to another cosy spot to sleep. They were hardly ever sleepy, but when they found the right spot, their petals furled, and you could hear them snoring.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

2 thoughts on “Night, Night

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: