Short Stories

Throught the dark

Wandering a from a blinding light.
Into a clearer nothingness filled hidden truths.
Through the darkness, things become clearer.
Dim glows of candles.
Life in black.
So many candles that the darkness becomes a dim glow around you.
Floating in the emptiness.
Some smoldering and drifting off into a cloud of smoke.
Others burning bright and new.
Wax slowly drips slowly creating a bottom and the candle growing longer.
Or disappears into nothing.
And slowly, the candles drift higher and higher with every step taken.
Till I start running.
Feet pounding soundlessly on bottomless ground.
I feel every thump through my chest sinking with the quickened beat of my heart.
And I stop.
Looking around me as the candles keep lifting.
Till they are nothing but stars in a dark sky.