Morning Fear

It was dark when I left for work this morning, my eyes dazzled by toothpaste. The sleet was orange. As I walked past the slope opposite Station Terrace I had to remind myself that the shapes were not monsters but rubbish thrown over from the street above.

When I got to the bus stop the bakery’s clatter reassured me like a mother. The sound of the bus dissolved the last of monsters and reminded me of another.

They were wearing roses.

– Benjamin F Jones
This piece was written in response to the post by Circles Under Street Lights writing prompts.

About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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2 Responses to Morning Fear

  1. But are you sure it was rubbish, as I’d heard a rumour that some Essex lions were taking a holiday in Wales this week?

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