the laughing lake

Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake.

{flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
{art ~ Zoe Abigail}

Zoe Abigail

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