Dark Across the Bay

by Ania Ahlborn

It’s going to be a disaster or a revelation. There will be no in-between.

Sometimes, it felt like his grief would never get better, as though he’d be stuck in a perpetual cycle of sorrow until it was his turn to die.

Namas-fucking-te.

I’ll never understand why so many people love Tim Curry’s version, she had told her kids while walking out of the theater.

Because when grief putrefied, all that was left was the black sludge of vengeance.

He’d want Leo to live big, not barely. Like a burst of glowing red