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Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! facebook.com/author.anrisaryn Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!

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40. Glance

 

           The sun had set hours ago, but the night was just beginning. The stars emerged, twinkling against the black velvet as the warm night breeze greeted them with a gentle wave. The moths began to pool around the lamp post, much to the jubilation on the flying foxes that swooped about filling their bellies before their migration when the leaves fell from the trees.
           Late summer was often exceptionally hot in Tennessee, but I was used to it by now. Glancing out the window at the porch light, I saw the same moths gathered, though with the absense of bats. I often wondered what it would be like to be a creature of the night, cloth-like wings flittering lightly in the darkness. Maybe I could rid us of the mosquitos and other insects Phil always ranted about.
          "Close the door when the light is on! Bugs will get in!" he would remind me.
          "Okay, okay," I would reply, standing up to close the door, though making sure a crack remained to let the tepid evening air in.
          LG, our cat, would sit at the screen door, chasing the moths with his eyes. I wondered what he would do if he actually caught one. Eat it like a mouse? What a foul taste that would be.
          The TV muttered softly as I curled up on the bed, watching as the moths fluttered compulsively around the incandescent bulb.

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