Day: April 3, 2019

The Vigil Over

The vigil over, I stood beneath the streetlight and thought of what I’d witnessed inside.

Each of us weaves a net of our experience and gleaned information, of our opinions, our likes and dislikes.

We cast this net throughout our world, trapping only that which the net will hold. Everything else slips through, and we, oblivious, continue on our way.

Everyone has an idea about death. Death comes to us all, so we craft notions we cherish and defend all our lives.

And at some point, we all learn our idea of death is wrong. We must let it go.

Friday Fictioneers