“Use your glasses or the light will damage your eyes.” Dad pulled the glasses down from my head. “That’s the moon blocking the sunlight. Soon we’ll be in total darkness.”
“Like nighttime?” I asked.
“Precisely.”
“Like when Bobby died?”
“What?” Dad blinked like he didn’t hear.
“Mama said when Bobby died, there was total darkness.”
“That’s different.” Dad swallowed. “She wasn’t talking about sunlight. She was talking about…mood. Our sadness made it dark.”
I watched the light fade, the sky turning from powder blue to inky black.
“So will it be like this forever now? Will it always be night?”
Wow, Dakota; terrific story, and good fodder for a novel or a short story depending on what happens next, or what took place when Bobby died.
Thank you, kind sir! 🙂
Lovely story. The last two lines invoked a sadness. It’s a moment in time but the reader understands this is an ongoing event for this family. Very well done!
Like when Scott died…..? Well done, I relate.
I agree with Author 68. This one begs to be written as a much longer story. Good as far as it goes…there is just potentially so more there to work with…
touching and well written, lovely
Great story. Very touching.