What are they doing there? There are so many of them too - hundreds of them! She looks closer - oh, they’re just just ashes. She giggles to herself.
It’s time for some fresh air and a walk. The streets are empty but she can hear music and people talking and little animals scurring. The street lights glow and illuminate the sky. Insects bounce off the glass covering the bright bulbs. They keep trying to get closer to the light, almost in hopes that they can somehow permeate the glass and become one with the light. Maybe that is all we are in the eyes of God and heaven....insects trying to be one with the light. And just maybe in the end, we just burn ourselves and die from false hopes.
"I’m thirsty, let’s stop off at this place for a drink and some observation," BC says. They stop at a bar where the first floor is packed with drunk college kids and a dancefloor. The climb the narrow stairs up to the second floor where the middle of the floor is cut out like a fishbowl overlooking the dancefloor. People are dancing - or at least they think they are. To her they look like bouncing balls of hair.
It’s really dark on the second floor minus a few neon lights and beer signs. She spot a light coming from the stairwell. The dark narrow tunnel they mustered up is barely visible with the one lonely light. She sits down at the top of the stairs. To the left of her cheek starts the handrail. She peers down it noticing a few bare spots where the paint has chipped away. At the end of the handrail is the light. Once again she realizes the significance of the light. BC sits next to her.
"What are you looking at?" he asks.
"My life," she says. "It’s like this whole package here - a dark and rusting chipped handrail, leading off into nothingness. I can’t see the end. But you know. it’s ok, there’s light at the end of the tunnel."
They sit there in silence for a moment and she can tell that BC knows what she means.
"I want some bubble gum. Let’s go." she says. And off they go down the tunnel of their lives again.
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