50 Word Stories: Sweet Succour


Beyond the darkness, light. I view it with disdain; it reveals so much. Too much. Give me the sweet obsidian of a restless dream, a midnight kiss, dark thought, these are the moments for me, sweet succour in oblivion. And so I recoil, take a step back, simply turn away.

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