A Flicker in the Dark

by Stacy Willingham

instantly embarrassed about feeling left out from the fictional party I had invented next door.

I fear all situations where I’m not in control.

It’s the realization of how many hidden bodies could be buried beneath my feet at any point in time, the world above them completely oblivious to their existence.

“Do you really think I don’t know who you are, Chloe?”

He wasn’t trying to control me; he was trying to protect me,

I look down at his glass, at the puddle of wine left at the bottom.

And for one single moment, like a flicker in the dark, it felt good.