Entry #5

Admiring The View
by Sandra Seamans


Larry rested against the hood of his pickup watching a stampede of gray storm clouds chase across the twilight morning sprinkling snowflakes across the sheltered meadow. He stifled a yawn as the frigid night slipped coyly away from the rosy fingers of dawn. Checking the view to the east, he felt the shivering warmth of the rising sun splash across his face as struggling rays prismed across the dark clot of clouds with a rainbow drift of pinks and orange smudged with a dash of purple.

The kaleidoscope jumble of colors dissipated as Larry’s attention was drawn to the pirouetting snowflakes performing a crystal ballet on the last blush of dawn. Perfect, he thought, nothing like fresh snow to cover a body dump.