The Night & Its Moon

by Piper C.J.

It’s seldom that a sound defines the course of history.

history had proved time and time again that the world was not always kind to its treasures.

There is a word for the space between moments. It’s a term for the quiet that echoes after each heartbeat, for the emptiness that exists betwixt things, though its name is one that’s been forgotten. The nothingness is much like the gap while one sleeps—when time catches on your last breath of consciousness and releases on your first moment awake. This spell might be minutes or hours or months that stretch into years, everything blurring together as if nothing has happened at all. The word is for the time that passes when no time is passing at all, and yet everything changes.

But there were scars. Not all wounds could be seen on one’s surface. A hardness had been born in the darkness that day that never fully dissipated.

After all, every child deserved unconditional love from their family for exactly who they were, not for who they hoped their child might be.