Today I woke before the sun.
The world had been abandoned, as though everyone had left for somewhere else. For anywhere better than this.
The weight of the night sky pressed down on the wet grass. The cold air pressed down onto my chest, leaving me huddled and shivering on the couch as my coffee poured its heat into the morning.
Luna set, showing me the last of her face, the sky purple still as she disappeared.
Left alone, until I heard his voice.
The first of the dawn chorus, heralding the arrival of the washed-out winter sun.
“Good morning, Crow!”
A very brief (100 words) story for Madison Woods over at Friday Fictioneers I tried to not write Sci-fi this time…even though I love it.