Light + Dark (short story)
WHEN John arrived he stood at the signpost like everyone else, the one that told you how far away everything else was, how far you’d come. There was the motorbike that had crawled off the road and up the small hill, the rider just moving it with his legs like a child. There was a man with a dog the colour of sand. A couple taking a selfie. John didn’t want a photograph. He’d remember this day. Anyway he’d been here before, a lifetime ago. There’d probably be a photo of him here somewhere in a box or drawer. It was sunny but cold - you felt it when you were standing still. It was that time of year when winter was still hanging on but the light was different, it made you think it would be warmer than it was. John watched the way the light changed, the way the sun fell behind clouds that became lined with gold. There was a white trail from an aeroplane scratched across the sky, two lines not one, like the way you’d draw it when you were in school to show movement and speed. John wonde
