The lights beckoned her out.
She knew the warnings. “Marie, good girls don’t venture out at night,” she had heard every evening growing up.
But the lights were different tonight. They had different tunes. Bright merry colors rather than dark sinister ones.
She didn’t dare be caught. It was bad enough she wasn’t sleeping. But lately sleep hadn’t brought her colors. It had become grey.
She knew in the lights laid the answer to rekindle her dreams. Her structured life had comforted her. Wake up, take care of her family, cook, eat, and sleep. It had been fine, yet the tightening in her throat had extended to her stomach, making her gag down her food at meals.
All of it lacked colors. Outside, the lights laughed. The blinking drew her attention.
An invitation.
She listened and only heard the deep breathing of her family. The only one awake was Ada. She was allowed to stay up.
Marie never thought it was fair that Ada stayed awake but only one member of the family was chosen to be a TwilightWatcher. Marie wasn’t allowed to complain, it was unseemly.
Another blink. She pulled on her dress and collected her gardening shoes. The lights had invited her, not Ada.
Liza
June 2019
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