Excerpt:

I watched the sun being snuffed out by the sheet of gold in the sky and breathed in the crisp scent of wilting life. I sat alone on my deck waiting for the answer to my question to pour itself forth from the burnished sky, which seemed to hold so much back from humanity. I stared forlorn and silent, not willing to repeat the same words again. I was remembering a time when I thought the sky could answer. I was remembering a time when dragons and elves used to weave in and among the star-stricken clouds and shout to me what I demanded to hear. I was remembering when everything seemed possible, back before wires and metal got in the way of what imagination professed to accomplish.
The boils of crimson and plush pink popped angrily along the horizon, splattering the clouds with their inky insides. A light, fading blue was to my back. This illustrious scarlet burgeoned before me, darkening swiftly to a bruised plumb hue. I could have almost breathed in the effervescence of the sight before me and tasted the passion of the sun’s flight. But I remained alone. I did not ask again and I did not see the faeries flow through the clouds’ formations. I did not turn around to face the clear, uncomplicated blue of my back. I waited for the diminishing light to hide away the violence before me. I waited for the darkness to set in and wipe away the tear that slid quietly down my face.