Flash Fiction

It started with the black darkness, everywhere he looked was black and yet even so he could still see everything quite clearly. He awoke in a morning after a long night out, released as a hunter, and it started. As diminishing returns on his effort to view the coming day. He saw movements, out of the very corner of his eye and when he reached them there was nothing but small blackness's. That's what he came to call them, the black darkness's. He persevered with his slowly decreasing ability to see as others could see. Occasionally he would grasp a moment of crystal lightness and in these moments he made incredibly astute leaps of imagination. But these moments were at first so rare and the drugs, small pink faced tablets, which he had to take in increasingly larger quantities, keep them mostly suppressed.

When, occasionally, he gathered the courage to venture out into the real world people commented on the outrageous brightness coming from within his eyes. Initially he was able to shut it away by merely shutting his eyelids but eventually it became obvious that he needed to wear darker and darker glasses and people backed further and further away from him. And through all of this he never stumbled, not once.

When the glasses became useless he stopped leaving home at all. A vague friend delivered all that he needed to his doorstep. He continued in isolation until it became clear to him that his more astute moments were become more and more the norm.

Through all this he felt a growing affinity with coming age of information until eventually he become all that is known and he radiated nothing but a pure crystalline brightness.