The Last Sun #ThreeLineTales


three line tales week 84: glamping

The festival party began to die down as the last bit of sunset faded from the sky. Someone cut the loud music and everyone fell silent, watching as night officially took over. From now on, we would remain in darkness for six months, picking the rare mushrooms and plants that only grew in these conditions.

(Inspired from; https://only100words.xyz/2017/09/07/three-line-tales-week-84, with thanks)

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