Sunday Stories: “There is no light in the sky”

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There is no light in the sky
by Christopher James

Out the window a beautiful child was jumping at the moon, arms outstretched, like he thought he could capture it.

Idiot boy, said my girlfriend. I hadn’t known she was in the room with me and her voice broke some spell that had been quietly existing. Sometimes we could look at the same thing, at the same time, from the same place, and still see so different.

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