Dark Across the Bay

by Ania Ahlborn

There, among a copse of trees, that glowing slash of carmine became a glorious tangle, like party streamers exploding in the air. There, on the outskirts of the woods, midnight was as bright as a blazing bonfire.

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Bad news always finds a way.

He’d want Leo to live big, not barely. Like a burst of glowing red streamers slashing across the night sky.

Leo reached over and took his mother’s hand, trying, if only for a moment, to forget the darkness that had slithered across that bay.