Crimson Sky February 28, 2017February 19, 2017 FFJLeave a comment 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.