Imagine a vast village, a community. Close your eyes and smell the feast cooking on the bonfire. Hear the sound of celebration, of laughter and song and children as they race through the streets. Do you feel the joy that permeates the air? The way it wraps snugly around you like a blanket passed to you by one of the dancing citizens. Relish in the feeling of brothers and sisters linking arms together as family and comrades.
With your eyes closed, you don't see the ones who sleep at the edge of the village, the ones who shiver with the trees as a cold breeze blows through the streets. You don't see their shaking, shivering hands for a carelessly dropped morsel of food. You don't see the mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, the ones who gave everything they had so their children could bound around oh so joyfully without the weight of life pressing their shoulders to the ground.
If only the light of the bonfire would shine a little brighter, you would see them.
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A Light Not Bright Enough
RandomI found this little story that I wrote a year ago. It was actually pretty okay.
