The couple flapped out their navy blue and rich purple blanket out onto the dewy grass, grasping at the woven quilt they made on their anniversary, laying down and looking up.
The inky black sky, speckled with patches of sparkling white, a huge swirling pattern etched in like stone. As they laid down to watch the stars unravel themselves in a dance of heavenly fire, the cool salt breeze of the ocean lapped at the shoreline, breathing new air into the, now huddled, couple.
The night became darker, as clouds began to strangle the sky, drowning out the patterns and patches with black clouds of night. And out of this murky depth came a glistening light, twirling up above the ocean, its greens and blues colliding and dancing like the stars above, its new pattern a deep and mellow teal and yellow. The couple huddled ever closer, watching the dance unfold; It was like nothing they had ever seen before, or will ever see again. The dance of the night's fire-flaught.
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The Night's Fire-flaught (and 8 other winter stories)
RandomI wrote all of these mid November, and had them saved up for December.
