This is for @mariannewest and @improv's Freewrite Day 318. Today's theme is the sky is clear. Let's get to it. Enjoy!

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The sky is clear. Nary a cloud, as they say. It is the perfect night for monumental milestones, but many would choose to throw this opportunity away. Ever so stubborn, Rib refuses to be among the sorry lot that has resigned to their fate. After all, he had been up since the crack of noon, envisioning how he would go about his night.

The pale moon shines softly up above, and a cool breeze sweeps wistfully across the field. Rustling leaves and a cacophony of crickets are on deck to conduct tonight's symphony. There was laughter in the distance, probably from people dining on the repurposed mill.

Rib cracks his pelvis and flexes his appendages, all in anticipation of his fateful leap. He had dreamt of crossing the threshold ever since he was younger, but he never had the strength to complete the magnificent feat. His nervousness was palpable, but it's carefully concealed by his excitement. Finally, this would be the night he would be called a grown-up. Everything is going to be different once the moon sets. He was sure of it.

He wasn't a fan of attention, but he at least hoped there was a little more fanfare than he was getting. There were only two others that gathered to witness his groundbreaking moment, and one had already hopped away out of boredom. The other one... well, he isn't entirely sure if everything's alright up there for that one. She stares blankly at Rib, her eyes reflecting the effervescent moonshine.

Every single instance counted, but none of it mattered. Rib had trained for this moment his entire life, and he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of his goal. If there was a hint of a single cloud, then he might think things through. But, there wasn't any. Not a one.

Rib turned to look at the farm one last time and couldn't help but feel sorry for the others. His decision is made. He blinks, slacks his jaws and sticks out his tongue. There's no time like the present. With his eyes on the road ahead, Rib bit his lip and sprung upward. At that very same moment, a blinding light envelops him from the side and welcomes him with a warm caress.

SPLAT!!!

His dead carcass lies splattered on the pavement. The world continues to turn. Life goes on. The sky remains clear.

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A small piece of a much larger puzzle! As to what that is, only time can tell! I mean, I was trained in advanced torture, so you know I would never divulge my secrets. Not even with a bribe of Steem Monster cards _{(Epic or GTFO)}. I know y'all are eagerly awaiting my verbose explanation, but this time I shall leave you hanging. If you want the bigger plot to reveal itself, tune into my blog in the coming days... or weeks or months. I dunno. My schedule's pretty erratic, so I might not be able to post as regularly as I want. But... tune in.

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While you're at it, why don't you spare @lukestokes.mhth a witness vote or two :O How is that even possible!?

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_{Join me in my Year of Resilience!}