Final Friday Fiction - Rain and Starlight - (Another F hi-jacking)

Aching bones (and 'charged' fur) augured its approach.  

When it arrived it didn’t stop.  Like a train racing through a station it pattered past and its last carriage departed the scene a mere 12 minutes later, leaving a waft of washed air,  a fresher temperature, the smell of vegetation, and damp pavements.

Street lights were still on when the rain arrived.  Opie sat in the dark watching the water hitting the shade over the street light below the balcony.  No direct light was visible from the lamp, just a diffuse yellow glow that reflected in puddles, and blushed on the wet leaves of nearby trees.

As the droplets on the lightshade joined forces they drizzled their way towards the edge where they hung,

…. momentarily, ….

a lens for the light hidden within, a swelling spark of starlight.

Growing heavy, eventually the star falls.  It will be replaced by another.

Capture that star.  Make a wish.  The street light flicks off, stars disappear, and the scene is suddenly a cold grey dawn in a tired city whose hungry streets are strewn, for only those who can see them, with the seeds of starlit wishes.  



[That streetlight flicked off at just the moment the camera was focussing on the next 'star'.  So the photo you get is the one that was taken the night before to form the starting point of this month's fiction.  This is not the story that would have gone with this photo (that hadn't/hasn't been dreamed up yet), but in a strange earthbound way the photo fits this composition....a coincidence of light and lenses.]

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  1. Hari OM
    Oh and I love such serendipity!!! Tigger, you be sure to thank F for joining in FFF once more and that too with such an evocative mind-scene; one with which I am familiar yet would never have thought of these words to describe it. Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx

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