Blog Flash 2012
The unyielding humidity clung to his skin, sweat trailing
through the layered dust. Leaning in the
cool shade of an abandoned doorstep he puffed absentmindedly into a rough flute
found discarded in the litter of the midday markets. Taunting the peaceful air with an uneven
melody he was startled by harsh cries, lethal paws reaching up to bat at the
offending instrument. Allowing a
lopsided grin to escape he stroked the dishevelled creature, imitating the proud
purring. Eyeing the bold feline he began
a cheerful tune, like the other beggars played to earn their bronze, watching
it’s tail flickering lazily along.
word count: 101
children of the night,
Jaq xx
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