Afternoon

Not a story...

    The locality was painted in a golden hue by the rays of the setting sun. The silence of the afternoon seemed to reverberate off the walls of the houses only to be disrupted occasionally by the chirping of birds returning to their nests. The silence brings to the mind thoughts of people taking a siesta. The warm chrome yellow light with a tinge of orange ricocheted off every object present-the cars, the walls, the cobbled streets. The rear view mirror and the glass windows reflected the sun rays, almost blinding the eyes.
    A chill had begun to set in, slowly pushing away the warmth of the sun. The sun had now acquired a reddish tinge and darkness had started to creep in from the edges. One by one the houses donned a dark mask. Soon it would be dark and the houses would look like Halloween pumpkins-dark on the outside but lit from the inside. It won't be long before the stars start shining and the moon furnishes a soft light and remains an alibi to countless incidents...

Author's Note

Thank you for reading... :)

Reviews

[ANTO]

I loved the silence reverberating - very nicely done.
Perhaps tell us what kind of birds?
Loved 'warm chrome yellow"
Well said on the chill pushing the suns warmth away.

I think 'twinkling' stars is overdone - maybe something more original ?

Overall I think this is exquisite - exquisite eyes.

[ExquisiteEyes]

Thank you :)

[Bear]

Critique: (orange ricocheted off every object present-the cars) presenting the cars
(the walls, the cobbled streets) and the cobbled streets

Review: This is magnificent, your descriptions are so vivid and articulated so masterfully that I can see the houses lit as to look like jack-o-lantern's in the night. This was a great exercise, it showcased the strengths of your writing talents and your mastery of words, you are a wordsmith. Standing Ovation! five out of five Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[ExquisiteEyes]

Thank you so much for your kind words