A Visitor

Alex Christofi

And when the light came, the darkness was confused and flew under the skirting. We tried to get it out with a broom handle and a ruler but it was like the time my friend’s room was infested with ladybirds which bred like ladybirds in her wainscot. I made the others leave and tried to coax it out. We talked about everything the moon and space what the darkness wanted to be when it grew up but still it hugged the insulation between the walls like a blanket. Eventually we left it and went back to the lounge pretending not to hear its gentle sobbing. Later when I returned to my room it was sitting wearily hunched on my bed waiting for me. Hello I said. Hello it said.

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