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The Eclectic Pen - East

By: Hunter D. (Brown13Whiskey)  
Date Submitted: 3/29/2008
Genre: Uncategorized
Words: 208

  The east frowned at me a deep, dark blue. No birds sang. I wondered briefly if this foretold of another sad day. The brisk air touched my face and ran its chilly fingers through my hair. The black clouds looked down at me, reaching their ghostly arms to the horizon. I sighed quietly, listening closely for the mourning calls of a dove, or the light, quick chirps of a sparrow. Nothing but the silence of the wind caressed my ears.
I watched as the east slowly began to smile. Perhaps we would experience something new to us. Perhaps today would be a happy day. For a moment, my ears caught the song of a sparrow. I listened again only to be greeted with the same deafening silence that seemed to encompass every day. Against the horizon I could just make out the monolithic silhouette of a tower. It gazed at me with eyes of stone and steel. I returned to same hard, cold stare.
The east smiled at me a brilliant, bright gold. I smiled back.
“Today will be a happy day.” I whispered to the wind. It did not reply.

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