Fright Night

Amaya Thorne 04/21/99

Lightning split the sky, separating the horizons enveloping blackness with its blaze of light. I craved the light it lasted mere moments, but I treasured those moments as if to keep the light. The sky has been set in darkness for the past eight days, no light from sun, moon, or star. Just lightning, it promised a storm that would never be, it promised to bring a rain that would never touch the decaying soil of our dying land. I wandered these dead streets, for days I wonder.

Wondering where it all went wrong, I awoke in this land of darkness it pulled me from my long seen light. This world I have wondered never finding another soul, any sign of life I would gladly have accept. It did not come. I gave up calling out to the non-existent; I accepted I was alone in this death. I walked the darkness, hearing nothing. The death stole even my own echoing steps. I walked moments or hours, time not mattering in this place.