Prompt #31 is to write about something colored blue.
Jeremy looked into the sky and dreamed. There were no clouds to watch, to imagine into dogs or daisies or spaceships. Nothing but and endless, deep blue, holding only the sun, the bright sun he knew he should not focus on, the energy source that could blind you, or so he had heard.
At night, the skies were too crowded, even when the electric lights crowded out the stars, leaving only a select few, and the moon, and the clouds, lit from below, and the airplanes.
But in the blue of the daytime sky, there was nothing but space, nothing but emptiness that he could grow into. Through that blue, through that color made by unimaginable numbers of tiny molecules reflecting the light from the blinding sun, through that depth that even the sea mirrored, there was
possibility.
Copyright 2012. Timothy H. Ruppel. All rights reserved.
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