Chris Rowley
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Goodbye Moon
Goodbye Moon. As I stood in the doorway, dust particles floated in the air about me, I asked the silence “Does darkness fear the light?” That was the question that my father used to tell me as a child. He did not ask as I now do, for his style was to say questions expecting an answer not. To answer meant receiving a lashing from the leather about his plump waist. “Does darkness fear the light?” I’ve asked myself this every day for the last seven months; I think it must. I watched one particularly large piece of matter as it floated from the top of a lamp to the floor beside me. Its impact not enough even to disturb the dirt that has accumulated for many years. My father, God rest his soul, didn’t believe in a man doing a “woman’s work.” How he ever managed to live as long as he did I will never know.
By Chris Rowley2 years ago in Fiction