When Johnny Took a Walk by Candlelight



It was a blue summer evening, and Johnny stepped onto the cold stone pathway that lead itself up a large, wheat combed mountain, where the farmers had terraced their crops. Johnny lived on a small farm in Tenby, which sits in the south side of the welsh peninsula, just on the edge of the Bristol Channel. It's a small british country town where all is still and silent, and the voices of the dawn are never heard by the soldiers of the dark. And Johnny likes it this way, and he begins to take the steps toward his families cobblestone cabin at the top of the mountain.

As it begins to grow darker, Johnny turns on his torch, and begins to more rapidly climb the path up the mountain, which his feet tell him, is steeper than he should be walking at this time of day, after working in the village for so long. Johnny runs the families crop booth at the farmers market each day, bartering with traders, and loading their goods into the shipping cars that come along. It' a back breaking job, so Johnny's feet cry out in pain as he climbs the hill each day.

Suddenly, a white streak gasps from the sky, clearing the darkness, that has been closing ever slowly, away. And it begins to rain so Johnny walks faster, and faster, and now he is almost trotting up the mountain, and he is running for his life, and there is water and lightning everywhere, and now he runs as if his life depends on it and it is so so so very close yet now far away as bolt of hot electrons shoots form the sky striking Johnny's tired back and now Johnny lies silently on the pavers.

And his leg twitches.

Mrs. Mackintosh runs from her house nearby to pick up the boy and roll him over. She shuts his eyes gently as she has so been taught by the movies, and calls 999. An ambulance comes and uses the very killing power to revive Johnny but all is lost, as he has already joined with the night sky.

Only God knows the secrets of the past, present, and future. And only God knows why liquids freeze into solids. But we know, that, that which is not moveable, should not be moved.

And we too are lost in the darkness



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