Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Café Tales III

It was visible only under the glow of the street lamp. The darkness of the night may have denied it sanctuary, but under the glow of the street lamp, it fell with grace. Ethereal at times, sometimes frantic, it revered the spotlight – almost trying to show off before disappearing into the vast abyss of black. Its appearance demanded that the night be unforgivingly cold, a requirement that demanded its fans be fools.

She saw snow for the first time that night.

3 comments:

girishsj said...

These are getting even better, Niyantha!

neon said...

Thank you sir :)

Anonymous said...

"The darkness of the night may have denied it sanctuary, but under the glow of the street lamp,it fell with grace" I thought this was your best line, until I read the next one and then the next one. Congratulations Niyantha. You ARE a writer.
Amas