Day 9. Lit by the dawn

Misty with sea spray, the bush- covered cliffs rose majestically towards the clouds. It was hard to see where the sea mist  finished and the foggy clouds began. Ladder ferns festooned the banks and tumbled down the rugged slopes.

The road twisted and turned around hairpin bends as we zig zagged our car up the steep inclines in the shadowed light.As we rose higher and higher it seemed as though the road was winding back on itself. Will we ever reach the top or were we doomed to stay lost in the gloom of the misty mountains?

The sky lightened as crepuscular rays streamed light through the clouds. The rising sun peeped out from behind the cloud. In an instant, dewdrops lit up the feathery fern fronds like delicate sparkling jewels.

At last we reached the summit and gazed in wonder as the sun rose over the sparkling water, watching as the last tendrils of mist lifted above the treetops into the morning sky. A new day and such a spectacular dawn.


This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, July Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’

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