She dressed all in black before dawn. She left the house and walked 5 blocks to the house where her former husband and his young new wife lived. His young, pregnant wife. She stood in a shrubby spot where she was well concealed and watched the house for about 30 minutes. Lights came on, upstairs first. A few minutes later the kitchen lit up. The curtains and shades were drawn, she couldn’t see anyone inside. She didn’t think about why she was doing this every morning. She watched, mind blank.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “before dawn.”
Nicely weird. I get the feeling it could go somewhere
Before dawn the fear and obscurity skulks away and leaves a gentle waiting promise. Sometimes the promise is of joy, sometimes of regret – you’ve let the day slip out of your hands again far too easily, squirm out of your grip and plunge into night and now, again, it’s dawn.
Before Dawn
my favorite time.
Seeing a new day begin
here by the woods.
Silent except for the birds
and maybe Miss Callie will spot
a visitor and begin to bark.
I love before Dawn…
Thank you for the prompt. I cannot write much these days but your prompts always inspire me. http://auroramorealist.wordpress.com/2012/10/25/before-dawn-flash-fiction-50-words/
The flimsy binder lay open in her lap. The starburst marks on the page spoke to her condition.
“He..hey” he faltered
A glance to him, averted to the page of names. A glance back, again, “You said, ‘SHE was it,’ but thee…thes, ” trailing off to heaving sobs.
“Wha…Honey…I…I” he was stammering only to buy time. The “SHE” in question had captured his heart once, years ago. A lifetime, really. He had said she was the only one. A half-truth at best, as this discovery attested. To be sure, he had loved Dawn. In every bit the same way as he loved the woman crumpled and hunched over an inventory of others.
This list was history. The names all played minor parts in other misadventures before Dawn. If SHE was a lifetime ago, they were of his forefathers.
https://schlegsofminne.wordpress.com/2012/10/25/the-list/
Before dawn you lie awake as your life sits on your chest making it hard to breathe.
There will be no more sleep but you lie there waiting for the alarm.
Postponing the inevitable.
It is dark; you want your mind to flash brilliant, come up with solutions, give you hope, set a course.
Make a change.
Tangled thoughts, worry, fear, disappointment, sheer fatigue, compromise the efficiency of your thought process.
You waste this time in the dark as you will waste the rest of the day.
The irony is in the clarity with which you see yourself before dawn, in the dark, when there is nothing else to see.