Chris Rowley
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Freedom Waiting
Carson climbed the four flights of steps to get to the waiting room. He stepped in and took the first remaining seat he saw, which, luckily, was at the back of the room. The chairs weren't the typical waiting room seats. They were more like seats on an airplane, only more comfortable. Carson was so tired that the second his jeans made contact with the cushion, he lay his head in his lap to try to relax and catch a quick wink.
By Chris Rowleyabout a year ago in Humans
Goodbye Moon
Goodbye Moon. As I stood in the doorway, dust particles floated in the air about me, I asked the silence “Does darkness fear the light?” That was the question that my father used to tell me as a child. He did not ask as I now do, for his style was to say questions expecting an answer not. To answer meant receiving a lashing from the leather about his plump waist. “Does darkness fear the light?” I’ve asked myself this every day for the last seven months; I think it must. I watched one particularly large piece of matter as it floated from the top of a lamp to the floor beside me. Its impact not enough even to disturb the dirt that has accumulated for many years. My father, God rest his soul, didn’t believe in a man doing a “woman’s work.” How he ever managed to live as long as he did I will never know.
By Chris Rowley3 years ago in Fiction
