Last Light

by Claire Kent

Curiosity is like sympathy. It will kill you in the end.

I didn’t cry when she died. I couldn’t. There’s a defense mechanism built into the human soul. You get to a point where loss is so immense that the part of you that hurts when something dies simply shuts down. You go numb.

“I mean what I say. Men can’t make it now without women any more than women can make it without men. We need each other.” He clears his throat and avoids my eyes. “I need you. Like you need me.”

Sometimes we gotta cry ’bout the smaller things because the big things are just too big.”

Babies can’t fix what’s already broken.