Shadows were deep in alleyways. Fingers of shredded moonlight clawed between derelict buildings. Driving rain washed ancient cobblestones, streets and walkways. Huddled in a doorway a young man and his dog tried in vain to avoid the wild damp. Burning trash barrels sputtered and drowned. As the wind died down, the only sound was a midnight choir. Hark the Herald Angels rose above the rain, deep tenors and bass in harmony. A lone light burned inside one of the buildings. A barely legible sign read Hope’s Harbour.
“It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.”
~ W.T.Ellis
February 02, 2024
Author's note: this writing exercise was 'setting a scene'. I chose a photo to write from.
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