J.R. Tobin

Love, In the Dark

It is a strange thing to drift for a long time in the certainty of your own death. I’ve been on the deck before when a man was washed overboard in a storm, and to my sensibilities then it was a sharp and sudden cruelty, a stab of horror, and of loss, and then the bitter regret and sorrow and guilt that lingered on afterwards. To my mind he was lost in one instant, and after that instant it was the long and weary slog of grief for a life snatched away.