The dark hides good, bad, weird.
Things look different in the deficit of light.
Or maybe they are different.
That last window doesn’t open to the outside.
It leads to a passageway,
Then a ledge, a balcony of sorts, laced with spider webs.
There’s a metal box, inside a gun, bullets, a cloth stained,
Maybe the blotch is red.
Also, within, stacked letters, the elastic around them disintegrated,
my dead husband’s name scrawled across.
In the dark I see it all.
In the morning light there’s only the bottle of meds.
But why the cobwebs in my hair?
It’s that day, when a photo posted for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers demands a 100 word story to be told. An obscure photo deserves an obscure story. Enjoy today’s! Eat your carrots. I hear they improve sight in the dark. You never know what you might see! Best, Clare
Clare Graith 