The last of the sunset was a glimmer in the sky, the final hint of color disappearing into the night. Darkness rolled in fast then, bring with it heavy rain which the blustery wind used to hit everything it could with. A rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, sounding like cannon fire.
Looking out on to my empty street, I saw windows of light from nearby houses, flashing car headlights down the road and leaves tumbling past. I looked for the lightening, craning my head up to search the sky, but none came.
I closed the curtains on this scene and went to stir the flames which were gaining strength in the fireplace. Waves of heat were beginning to roll off and the logs were blazing.
Settling on the sofa with a heavy woolen blanket over me, the weather and fire became background noises. I sipped hot chocolate from a polar bear face shaped mug which steam was still curling off of. Placing that down, I picked up the heavy book and opened the anthology of ghost stories into my lap.
Tonight was the perfect night for little a scare.
(Inspired by; https://scvincent.com/2018/10/18/thursday-photo-prompt-glimmer-writephoto/ with thanks).