The Balcony

I have had an image stuck in my head for a while now, and I figured I would write it down as a sort of description. I like the idea of developing this into an actual story, but for now it’s nice for it to be out in the world and not just in my head.

Standing on the balcony she looked out over the city, the setting sun almost matched the colour of her red hair as it tumbled down her back in loose curls. She sighed a breath of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The silence of the city was deafening, it had been a long time since the world was this quite.

The women with the red hair turned away from the view, and walked into the hotel room the train of her slick black dress following her in. She headed straight for the king sized bed with over stuffed pillows, ignoring the finery of the room. The bags under her eyes were prominent, evidence that it had been a long time since she had been allowed to stop. But it was finally time. Laying down onto the bed, she let out one more sigh of relief before shutting her eyes.

Leave a comment below if you liked it or if you have been plagued with an image you can’t get out of your head.

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