Midnight Writer: Fall

“Why are we out here?” she asked him as her heels sank further into the snow-soaked earth. “It’s cold and we’re missing the fireworks!”

“The lights from the city are too bright; between them and the fireworks, you wouldn’t be able to see what’s about to happen. Besides, you can see fireworks next year. I thought you said you wanted to start the new year with something exciting,” he said, teasingly.

She grumbled and tried to join him where he sat on a boulder with a blanket. “I should have said ‘warm,’ too.”

“Hush up and watch.”

As the stars began to fall, she did just that.

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About Morgan Maria D'Isidoro

Morgan Maria D'Isidoro has lived in Baltimore, MD for most of her life, saving a handful of failed escape attempts. Given the murder rates, she'll probably die here too. Morgan is a writer of speculative fiction and poetry, a musician of dubious quality, cat aficionado, art history fangirl, kitchen sorceress, recovering pyromaniac, accomplished liar, and an all around person of questionable employability.
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