Morning sneaks in, interrupting Sam’s complicated relationship with the dark. Daylight is a unwelcome companion, daring him to try again.
He doesn’t move.
He blames gravity. Climate change. The anticipated end of democracy. The misunderstood Oxford comma and the death of Princess Leia, overpriced and under brewed coffee, Covid, the Cloud, and used bookstores with closed forever signs.
Sam is young and doesn’t yet understand the cost of caring deeply. When March snow is piled high and hard and gray, the promise of spring seems unconvincing.
A cat might help. He might name her Misery, and she could keep him company.
great images and pacing
Wonderful story. And, yes, a cat is very good company, even when named Misery.
Hello Kim,
Excellent writing, I thought, and wanted to read more of your work. Clicked on your name and found more of your wonderful stories on your website. My lucky day!!!
Thank you!
Lovely, and hits right where I’m at. Thanks, Kim.
You had me at ‘complicated relationship with the dark.’ Love this story!
Loved this. I think the same much of the time.
Have always loved this. Way to go!
I agree with all above. This is a great story, a lot said with 101 words. I particularly liked all the things he blamed …The misunderstood Oxford comma ..!
Oh yes! Thank you!