In the light

The new glass snowflake turns in the draught, catching and spreading the last rays of afternoon sunshine. It’s not really going to be a problem, fairy lights twinkle and gleam, keeping out the darkness.

At the hope of dawn she’ll light a lamp and walk the fifty steps to the edge of the precipice.

It has only ever been a matter of time.

Now the days are gone, night falls perpetual and lasts these many weeks, maybe forever.

A thought that brings her to the edge every year. One day she might step out, take flight, fall, finish the job.