Being Honest With Fiction

There has always been something different about the sunrise to me. Always . . .This is certainly true after the long nights that went behind me. This is also true after the bad nights that went either sideways or backwards, to which I say that I am sure we have all had our share of bad nights that went wrongNot all of these memories were as bad as they sound. Not all were good.Even the bad times had their moments of greatness because even the villains get away every once in a while.I know because despite my times; I managed to escape the traps which were set to get me.I know. . . . Some of my bad nights were the best ones and some were the nest were my worst but either way, there has always been something about the sunrise.Even at my worst or even after the death of a loved one, the sunrise has always been there. And the moon too.But the moon is something we can talk about another day.There was always something different about the sunrise to me.Some of them have been beautiful. Some…