Metaphor

Tonight, I sat at my desk. The sun was setting outside the window, a slow glowing orb behind the trees, as the birds chattered to signal the end of the day, and the weekend. From the kitchen, I could hear the stove, Dad preparing dinner. My headphones in my ears, I listened to music even though it gave me something of a headache. With my book open in front of me, I reached for a red marker. It was always more enjoyable to take notes for uni when I was able to use bright colours. A smile came onto my lips. When I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, I glanced up, out of the light of my rainbow lamp and into the darkness.


“Dinner’s ready.”


“Thanks. I’ll be out in a second.”


I finished the sentence, then stood. By this time of the year, the last light is getting later and later, which I want to be some sort of metaphor.


 

The younger sister of missing Sydney man Mitchell del Reyan, Nina del Reyan lives on Dharug land in western Sydney. She has recently commenced a teaching degree at Macquarie University. Nina loves her family and friends and is deeply committed to finding answers and justice for the families of missing people.


Abbey Sim is the founder of Huldah Media. She is a creative writing, law and theology student who lives on the lands of the Dharug people in Sydney, Australia. Abbey desires to explore themes of hope, love and longing through her storytelling. She is the author of 'Shadow' and 'From the Wild'.


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