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The Sun Pays Attention No Longer
Jan. 25th, 2023 10:31 amPrompt: Sunbeam
He is wading waist deep in mud in full armor when the clouds part to reveal that it is midday. He has not wished for this moment of reprieve but he gets it anyway and he is grateful. He pauses for a moment, sinking in the rays of the sun that he has not seen in what feels like years.
His eyes flutter closed before snapping open and he squints against the suns glare, now an enemy instead of a relief, to see into the undergrowth. Very aware of his visibility he calls out to whomever is watching him and gets no answer.
He dares not move and hopes beyond hope that whoever is out there is on his side, has perhaps been looking for him. He announces himself, gives his name and waits for his fate, wishing for more good luck.
The sun is out now – that is a sign of calm, a sign of peace.
The sing-song voice that answers him sends chills up his spine: “The smoke has cleared Little Prince and you have been found a winner no longer.”
The war is over then, and his people will be hunted now.
The sun is in his eyes – it is a sign of contentment.
He doesn’t run from the voice – he won’t leave the protection he has gained from the sunbeam (a symbol of safety).
The hunter reaches him and he screams.
The sun shines softly on, paying no attention to the atrocity being performed in it’s gaze.
He is wading waist deep in mud in full armor when the clouds part to reveal that it is midday. He has not wished for this moment of reprieve but he gets it anyway and he is grateful. He pauses for a moment, sinking in the rays of the sun that he has not seen in what feels like years.
His eyes flutter closed before snapping open and he squints against the suns glare, now an enemy instead of a relief, to see into the undergrowth. Very aware of his visibility he calls out to whomever is watching him and gets no answer.
He dares not move and hopes beyond hope that whoever is out there is on his side, has perhaps been looking for him. He announces himself, gives his name and waits for his fate, wishing for more good luck.
The sun is out now – that is a sign of calm, a sign of peace.
The sing-song voice that answers him sends chills up his spine: “The smoke has cleared Little Prince and you have been found a winner no longer.”
The war is over then, and his people will be hunted now.
The sun is in his eyes – it is a sign of contentment.
He doesn’t run from the voice – he won’t leave the protection he has gained from the sunbeam (a symbol of safety).
The hunter reaches him and he screams.
The sun shines softly on, paying no attention to the atrocity being performed in it’s gaze.
