Burdensome

Nights like this are made for stargazing, and gatherings of friends. There isn’t a cloud to be seen as the small group talk around their firepit. Mark feels the weight of a storm in his heart anyway. The crackle of the flames is the backdrop to their conversation. Inquisitive creatures of this desert landscape stay away for the occasional burst of raucous laughter ringing out. There is no laughing for Mark, though. It isn’t possible. Not when he knows what he does.

He can’t stop watching him....