She squinted up at the obscured sky, watching as the sunlight seemed to strobe through the leaves on the trees. Flashes of brightness were followed almost immediately by darkness, then back to glaring light. Her eyes couldn’t keep up, couldn’t adjust. She was always on edge, always blinded by the light or the dark.
How poetic, she mused. Almost as if the light and dark were about the battles in ourselves.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020