There’s gaiety on the streets tonight, but I’ve had my fill of that.
Earlier I trailed a couple to the park, and dined on love, lightly seasoned with lust. Or was it the other way round? My taste buds are not what they were.
There’s yearning over there, at the toy-shop window, but that’s not yet truly in season; much better at Christmas when disappointment enhances the dish to perfection.
Later, as a lone woman weaves homeward, a youth slips from a darkened doorway.
Fear it is then, with a side-order of terror.
A little darker than I’d fancied, but…
A little darker than I’d hoped for, but an alternative story that came to mind was darker still. Must be the time of the year. Thanks to Rochelle, our ever-present ray of sunshine for leading the Friday Fictioneers into the shorter days.