Laurie Laborde

Meadowville

Sunsets are a peculiar thing. For the majority of the day, the sky is a pleasant but otherwise bland blanket of blue. Maybe a dreary grey if it’s rainy. But come sundown all mediocrity is shoved aside as the sky is set ablaze with fiery oranges and brilliant purples and pinks. It’s almost unreal to behold. This was especially true in Meadowville, a small sleepy town nestled at the edge of Lake Meadow. In fact, the Sun setting was probably one of the few exciting things that the Meadowville townspeople could look forward to each day. As the Sun approached the horizon, its brilliant light show would reflect off of the large body of water making vision across town practically impossible.