Nate Charles

Light Eater

On deaf ears, I call out for my son. There is no answer, and it seems there never will be, and there never was. I’ve pleaded so long that my voice is no longer mine. The events that led me to this timeless void keep playing over in my mind. I don’t know where I am or how I got here. All I know is that my son and I were running for our lives when a flash of light came and took me.