Flash Fiction: Day Breaks (127 words)

We stay up too late – you, and me, Jezi, Tomas, and Ana. Everyone else on this island seems to have better things to do at midnight, but we sit out on the old docks and forget to count hours. Sometimes we talk too loudly. Sometimes we just sit close enough in the dark to remind each other that there’s still heat in the world.

We’ve seen enough sunrises together to memorize all their colors. If we stay up long enough, we place our bets on what color will come first. Yellow, white, orange, red, green.

“Raging blue,” you always say. We beg you to pick a real answer and you shrug and pay the winner with a grin.

The morning you win, we forget to pay you.


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