All the Colors of the Dark

by Chris Whitaker

“She made it so I could see the mining villages, those elegant Victorian buildings. I could hear the stampede of bison, see the view from the mile-high step at the state capitol.” Saint marked Denver.

We fell in love and it was like…you know when all of a sudden there’s meaning. Actual true meaning and purpose.” “Like color in the dark,” Patch said. “Yes. Exactly yes. Nothing is so dark with them in the world.”

“People say it gets easier, but that’s only because each day we get a little closer to seeing them again.”

To love and be loved was more than could ever be expected, more than enough for a thousand ordinary lifetimes.

“You ever been to the Caribbean?” Charlotte shook her head. “You head to the Outer Banks and you won’t ever need to.”