Crimson Sky

Dusk is an eerie time to be outside. After all everyone’s heard the horrible tales of what happens on Hallows Eve. But all it took was one smile and I stepped out of the shelter with him.

As we strolled hand in hand my gaze flicked to the sky and I gasped. Staring back at me was a cascade of crimson-hued brushstrokes.

“Told you it would be worth your while,” he whispers, his voice thick with the same awe I feel.

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