he holds the sunshine in his hands
his sihloutte a black spray against the orange sun
he sits upon a yellow cloud
a golden nimbus
the sun falls to the earth
he utters a cry
he paws for it
trying to grasp it
at last he grabs it
he holds it high once again
Author notes
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie! by sweet-mystery.
700 points, ended June 28, 6 entries
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A unique twist on the prompt, reminds me of mythology. Thanks!



