We Will Make it Through the Night

We Will Make it Through the Night

A Story by Kay

It seems the wind is clawing at the trees and the light pollution in the sky to the north makes the heavens appear as if they are bleeding... There was also one, lonely star that broke through the atmosphere for a moment, but blinked out a moment later defeated by the grey overcast clouds.

But now, as the clouds thin out momentarily and rush through the sky and head into the east, they reveal an almost full moon, and the torrential wind saps the warmth from my hand; destroying any feeling I had left. The lights from IHOP illuminate the piles of snow, and for a moment the coffee seeps through my veins and causes my mind to drift off in a deep pit of solemn thoughts. I keep wondering what the lonely man at the booth is thinking, and what the family of four are laughing about in the booth in the corner... I also ponder if they wondered what I was doing there, sitting in a booth only moments ago staring fixedly at the silver decoration, eyes distant and lost in thought... but now standing in the parking lot holding the cigarette before my lips and taking another blessed drag, while at the same time suppressing the worry that keeps flooding through my mind, and the random, curious thoughts of the patrons sitting in the warm atmosphere beyond the glass windows...

But who cares what I think, right? All that matters is I will make it through the night, make it to another day, another fight, another arduous task of swimming through this torrential current called life... I'll make it though, I'm not worried. Nor should you be.

© 2008 Kay


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Kay I've read about four of these shorts now, and the thing that strikes me is that your observational skills are as finely skilled as your ability to convey the depth of your emotions. I think it's inevitable at some point in your life that you're going to write a much longer work which will involve a reflection on this period. I sense that you recognise you're in on the cusp of a transitional phase and that you willnot be complete until you sate your desires for adventure.

When that longer piece comes it will be sensational.
Best wishes
Josh

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Kay
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Fort Wayne, IN



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An unknown individual in the midst of desolate country land whose sole purpose is to strive to be an artist... here's to us future starving artists. Viva! I prefer writing short passages, always fict.. more..

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