Scent of Night

(50-words story)

Rain. No soul outside. I’m looking into the dark abyss through the bars. Am I a prisoner? No, I’m in hiding from duties and responsibilities. But tomorrow the sun will rise and enslave me again. Meanwhile, the night gives me wings and inspires to continue creating.

Until the next moonbeam…

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