A stray sunbeam creates a path of light in front of me. It is out of place, highlighting the gloom. It is the gloom I seek.
Soon I will be encouraged into the spotlight. Showered with grief and words. I know this. No one has warned me, but still, I know this.
Here, within the black forest, I am cocooned in love, protected. Walking slowly, I follow the hearse.
From: Friday Flash Fiction