He stood in the dark, felt at home in the dark. He loved this darkness that existed between the church and its old and new college halls. Every night he headed here without fail, to stand, to sway, to soak up this darkness and become one with himself. In this darkness there were no shadows or shadow selves. In this darkness there was just him: not the terrible things they said he’d done, that monster they insisted he had become. Just him. In this dark moment he knew, he accepted, everything affects everything. For a reason. For His reason alone.
This one hundred word flash fiction story of mine has been inspired by my reading and enjoyment of the flash fiction stories posted on The Drabble.