Out Before Nightfall.
“You might want to get out of the city tonight,” the woman said, her fingers rifling through her wallet for some cash. Taken aback Aaron replied quietly, “Why?” She turned to look him straight in the eye and said, “I’m planning to burn it to the ground.”
We Set the World on Fire.
Aaron’s eyes, red rimmed and misty searched my face for something, anything to tell him that I was okay. It occurred to me then that no matter the time or distance between us, we were still wild kids inside, yearning for our youth. We would never be old in the company of one another. Our love, spanning a lifetime, would keep us young.
Living In Photographs.
The flash on the camera snapped and everything went black. “Hello?” I cried, my voice echoing into the void suddenly surrounding me. “HELLO!” I wailed, hoping for something or someone to respond. The only sound was my voice trailing off.
I shut my eyes as tight as I could, like I did when I was little and thunderstorms would cast shadow monsters across my room. When I would open my eyes, the monsters would be gone. I was certain that this time when I opened my eyes, the darkness would be gone.
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
-Anton Chekhov