‘I’m tired, Joe.’
‘Another a minute.’
‘You’ve been saying that for the past half-an-hour.’
‘Here we go. It’s coming. Open your eyes, Daisy.’
‘I need to sleep.’
‘You’re missing it.’
Daisy rolled over onto her side. ‘Big deal.’
‘It’s starting. Oh, wow.’
‘This better be worth it.’ Daisy pushed herself up.
Peaking above the horizon was a slither of sun. Its golden light danced across the lake; the leaves on the trees tinged with honey.
‘It’s beautiful.’
‘Worth staying awake for.’
‘Come-on,’ Daisy said, standing, starting to pull off clothes.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Skinny-dipping.’
‘So starts a perfect day.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
I love sunrises, Rob. I like the way you've depicted this one.
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