So the other night I was working on something that probably wasn’t all that important, but at the time it seemed important at least, but it wasn’t. But that’s not important. What is important is that I was working on something the other night. That is to say that it was night, but the evening… the evening was late, and I wasn’t sure as to what was going on.

The sun had set and the moon was out, but it remained bright, the sky. There was no darkness. There were no stars, or rather it was too bright to see them. What was going on?

You know, I don’t know many things, and I also don’t understand much about how things work, but I know that it should be dark in the sky when the evening is here. I know it shouldn’t be bright, and so I don’t know what was going on with this one, if I am to be honest. Could’ve been anything at all, could’ve been nothing. But the evening was late. It was running behind, and this was not something that I could stand for.

So naturally I stayed sitting and kept on grumbling about it, as though it was the most important thing in the world. Of course it was not; I should’ve kept working on my thing, but at this point the grumbling was far more important to do than the working on stuff; at least, that’s how it felt to me, so grumble on is what I did, and it was a good time. But there was no sun and the moon was out, and I could see well.

Street lights seemed confused as to what to do in this particular moment in time. They switched on and off at random intervals, and in their uncertainty a seeming panic began to spread. However, the people who were outside didn’t seem to notice.

They didn’t notice when the sun set and cast its colours across the sky, and they didn’t notice when the moon rose in full brightness; in a blue spread. And I kept on grumbling and being annoyed about it, even though there was nothing that I could do.

I needed to work through the evening to get that evening touch on what I was working on, and all that this delay did was postpone the inevitable. All it did was make what I was working on tinged purely with daytime, and that’s not what I wanted, and there was no going back, for I needed to get sleep sooner or later, and perhaps so did a number of other people and creatures out there, and it just wasn’t a fun time.

However, as all comes to pass, the evening did eventually arrive, and not with a gradual approach, but a rather sudden slam against what currently was. It was as though someone hit a light switch; one moment bright and the next dark, but no one seemed to notice the change.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:39:29

The idea for this came to me a little over two months ago. Took a while to get around to writing anything on it, but here it is, written, and… yeah. Not great, but a fun bit of silliness. I’m sure I could’ve gone more apocalyptic if I so wanted, but that’s not what happened.

Written at home.