Shadows stretch forward as the the Sun disappears behind the derelict abbey, attempting to reach the trees that mark the perimeter of this now disused estate. The trees are clouded in complete darkness, but the space in-between, the space occupied by the elongating shadows, is bathed in a cooling twilight. An eerie half-light, neither day nor night. Any remaining echoes carried on the evening breeze fade gently away, as do the shadows themselves; the remaining rays from the Sun diminish.
The Sun sets. Daylight extinguished.
The day ends.
And through the now faded half-light, the night dwellers begin to emerge.
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I’ve taken inspiration from the WordPress Photo Challenge for this short tale; but instead of using a photograph, I thought I’d paint a picture using words. A hundred of them. Just because!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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