Since We Fell

by Dennis Lehane

We are lit from within by a single candle flame, and when that flame is blown out and all light leaves our eyes, it is the same as if we never existed at all. We don’t own our life, we rent it. She searched the rest of the

If it’s ever within your power to do so, she considered saying aloud to Brian (but didn’t), you have to bear witness to your dead. You simply have to. You have to step into the energy field of whatever remains of their spirit, their soul, their essence and let it pass through your body. And in the passing, maybe a wisp of it adheres to you, grafts itself to your cells. And in this communion, the dead continue to live. Or strive to.

But there might be some light upstairs and there would certainly be light when she went back outside. And if by some twist of fate there wasn’t, if all that remained of the world was night and no way to climb out of it? Then she’d make a friend of the night.