Flash Fiction

Who goes softly into that night of terrors is much a braver man than I. I cannot take any more of these unfulfilling drug enhancements. I have to try and make it through the night unaccompanied. But it is a need so strong that I don’t understand it. Once I get on it I won’t be coming back again… or ever. So I don’t won’t to get on it.

Walking down past the nightclub, which only hours ago was wild with strident life, a cold wind whips the stench of stale be beer into a rhyme of foetid nonsense. Inside the narrowly open doorway an argument is ensuing and as this is something at which have an all encompassing skill, I enter the darkness reminiscent of previous night. Two protagonists make a single argument. And when a third intervenes chaos follows closely.

In the arch of chaos was where I discovered the better of those terrors. Nightlife emerges into the light.