Marigold Summers

A warm and breezy evening graced the small city of Everstone, skyscrapers standing like glossy monoliths of glass, reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun, the suburbs were alive with the sounds of children playing in the streets, parents keeping a watchful eye from decorated patios. It was a idyllic evening of June or it would be if it wasn't for the junebugs, swatting the occasional fluttering beetle as you make your way home, crossing the road to pass by that fancy restaurant with the name emblazoned in bright LED lights that acted like beacons for the mindless flying beetles as they hurled themselves at the light colliding with a some 'tink'. Quite comical as the sight was enough to keep your attention, not realizing what was about to happen. Serendipity? Perhaps? (Either way, have fun this one is more on the lighter side, burned out writing sci fi horror tragedies 😘)