Plum Tulle Twilight (Micro-fiction)

Half blue, half fleeced with tufts of white clouds, the remaining warmth of the day slowly bled to dusk. The orange horizon planted a fiery kiss on the lips of evening; quivering stars popped on the sky’s skin like freckles on a smooth lavender body. Rose merged with pearl; littered with purple-tinged clouds, the vault unfurled its wings to take flight into the swells of night. A plum tulle twilight fell over the dome like a fabric embroidered with hemlock flowers because it suited the hooded lilac of the sky; its quietening—most appeasing.


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