Into the Night

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45 pages28 minutes

Summary

Dylan Thomas is probably the most famous writer to use the theme of "into the night," telling readers of his famous poem NOT to "Go gentle into that good night..."

What does the night hold? In the newest Top Writers Block collection we offer short fiction and several poems on the theme "Into the Night." What will you find? Some mystery. Maybe some drama. Fond memories. Humor. Even horror. We are sure there is something here to help you through that good night. Give us a try.

In this collection you will find short fiction by Suzy Stewart Dubot, Elizabeth Rowan Keith, and Melissa A. Szydlek. There are several wonderful poems from Barnaby Wilde, Tracey Howard, and Alan Naylor. Remember - Your purchase of this ebook not only supports the creative outlets of independent authors, but also supports charity. Top Writers Block is an international group of writers who continue to donate all of their author proceeds to Sea Shepherd in France, an organization that devotes itself to preserving our seas and oceans and the life within.

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Publisher: Top Writers BlockReleased: Dec 4, 2016ISBN: 1370342705Format: book

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Into the Night - Top Writers Block

INSOMNIA

by

Suzy Stewart Dubot

An Anglo/American who has been living in France for over 30 years, she began writing as soon as she retired. It is a passion discovered late in life, but lived to its fullest. With her daughters, she is a vegetarian and a supporter of animal rights. She uses words when she's not protesting in the street. Her website : http://suzystewartdubotbooks.weebly.com/

At three o’clock in the morning, I was walking the streets of Battersea, once again unable to sleep.

Streetlights coloured the pavements and roads orange, giving the neighbourhood a warm and cheerful aspect without warming or cheering me. When you’re an insomniac, little will cheer you in the wee hours of the morning. Walking into the night when all reasonable people are sleeping is my way of avoiding those soul-searching questions that annihilate the morale. Not being able to sleep while lying in a bed in the dark, lets the mind pick holes in your life. If I were to remain there without distraction, by morning I would be getting up to a chasm at my feet.

So, I walk the streets examining the terraces of Victorian houses, trying to spot differences. Some of the grander houses were built before the area was engulfed by the metropolis that is London. The wealthy families living in them at that time would have looked out on countryside. Now they look out upon rows of small terraced houses in narrow roads.

I know these backstreets between the two commons of Wandsworth and Clapham, and catching sight of a fox comes as no surprise, although this is now a residential part of Battersea. Foxes are everywhere in suburban London and they have adapted well. This has always been their territory. The one I spy walking along the pavement knows where he’s going. A minute later, he jumps a low wall which gives him access to a network of back gardens.

Seeing him prompts me to turn in the direction of Clapham Common where foxes thrive. It is only a couple of streets farther on. A travelling funfair is due to set up its dodgem cars and merry-go-rounds there soon, so I head towards that large, open expanse reserved for them.

As I turn the last

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