I had wipped the dirt off and wrapped it back up and put it in my plastic bag. I ate it while I sat on the bench, but I was still hungry. There was nothing else to eat in my plastic bag and all of my liqour bottles were empty. So I left the park.
There were so many buildings that seemed empty. I watch people a lot. I notice all the people going in and out of the bulidings all day. There are always more people. Just when I think I have seen everyone there is to see, more people show up. The subway is always coughing up people. The busses are always dropping people off. The cars are always moving people around. The people fill the city like the water had filled the city during The Light. But now there were no people. There had been people before I went to sleep. They had been wandering around and calling out [italics] I'm blind [italic]s or [italics] Help me [italics], but now they were gone. I hoped they were in the buildings. It was scary to think that they were just gone. How could so many people just be gone? I couldn't imagine such a thing happening. I knew they mu [...]
[The Man Who Would Be A Father]
The sky was bruised. Black and dark blue. Dark blue around the edges. There were no lights in the sky. The stars had fallen. They were gone. They had closed their eyes to sleep. My wife was in our home with our child. She was rocking him in her arms while she sat in our bed. She was a row boat at the edge of a wave. Our bed was now dry. I had changed the sheets the night before. She rocked him in her arms and hummed softly. Her hum whisked through the open window. It danced in my ear as I watched the bruised sky. The horizon was on the edge of the bruised blue. It had been stitched back together. There were no lights shining in the city. I stood in my yard and waited for the black to cover the remaining sky. The sky that was still uncovered. The Light was gone. In it's place, a vacant atmosphere above. Every brightness was drained.
I waited for the black bruise to cover the sky and for the horizon to be painted black and for my hands to be shadows before my eyes. I waited for the streetlights, but I knew they would not light. I waited for the blue glow in the window of my neighboors' homes, but I knew it would not appear. The world had paused. It had stopped spinning. It was stalled. Star light had given up. Had dragged its feet and quit. Had left us alone. We were in darkness as the bruise spread through the sky and there would only be darkness forever after. I knew that there would be no more light. I knew The Light was the last. I clutched my hands around my arms and shivered with the hum of my wife in my ears. I wondered what our life would be like in this darkness. We would stumble often.
There were so many buildings that seemed empty. I watch people a lot. I notice all the people going in and out of the bulidings all day. There are always more people. Just when I think I have seen everyone there is to see, more people show up. The subway is always coughing up people. The busses are always dropping people off. The cars are always moving people around. The people fill the city like the water had filled the city during The Light. But now there were no people. There had been people before I went to sleep. They had been wandering around and calling out [italics] I'm blind [italic]s or [italics] Help me [italics], but now they were gone. I hoped they were in the buildings. It was scary to think that they were just gone. How could so many people just be gone? I couldn't imagine such a thing happening. I knew they mu [...]
[The Man Who Would Be A Father]
The sky was bruised. Black and dark blue. Dark blue around the edges. There were no lights in the sky. The stars had fallen. They were gone. They had closed their eyes to sleep. My wife was in our home with our child. She was rocking him in her arms while she sat in our bed. She was a row boat at the edge of a wave. Our bed was now dry. I had changed the sheets the night before. She rocked him in her arms and hummed softly. Her hum whisked through the open window. It danced in my ear as I watched the bruised sky. The horizon was on the edge of the bruised blue. It had been stitched back together. There were no lights shining in the city. I stood in my yard and waited for the black to cover the remaining sky. The sky that was still uncovered. The Light was gone. In it's place, a vacant atmosphere above. Every brightness was drained.
I waited for the black bruise to cover the sky and for the horizon to be painted black and for my hands to be shadows before my eyes. I waited for the streetlights, but I knew they would not light. I waited for the blue glow in the window of my neighboors' homes, but I knew it would not appear. The world had paused. It had stopped spinning. It was stalled. Star light had given up. Had dragged its feet and quit. Had left us alone. We were in darkness as the bruise spread through the sky and there would only be darkness forever after. I knew that there would be no more light. I knew The Light was the last. I clutched my hands around my arms and shivered with the hum of my wife in my ears. I wondered what our life would be like in this darkness. We would stumble often.
