The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
Flying always made her feel insecure, out of control. Now, reluctantly lowering the shade; shutting out the spectacular sunset, as “Death and Transfiguration” seeped through her headphones into her brain; now she understood.
Written for Trifecta challenge…www.trifectawritingchallenge.com.
For this weekend’s Trifextra challenge, we’d like you to read the 33 words below and then add 33 of your own words to move the story along.