Dark

An Inktober Drabble

Paula Dotson Frew
1 min readOct 26, 2019
Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

Like ink spills from the heavens, the night falls fast and dark.

It is impossible that January has become October so quickly. It is All Hallows Eve, and it is not a night for children. The children had their time early this evening. This eve is for adults, and then, only for the darkest of adults.

Tonight is the night for potions and spirits and demons. It is the night for conjuring and spells and seances. It is time for the darkness of night to fall and the darkness of men to rise.

It is a night for staying home!

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Paula Dotson Frew
Paula Dotson Frew

Written by Paula Dotson Frew

I love to write and self-published my first book of poetry last year, a book of Haiku this year, and a book of short stories later this year!

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