Living

Last night I heard a shot. Under the curtain of darkness, I told myself it was far away, and forgot about it. But when I rose the next morning, I found it was close by. the fence in my own backyard separated me from the building in which the bullet was shot.

I find this experience to be strange but exceedingly profound. Why did I ignore the shot? In those late hours, I found myself doubting my conscience. I said, “it is nothing, a firework or some faraway shot from a gun range.”

The moral of my little parable is simply, don’t let the darkness cover evil. Investigate and question. Though don’t take the law into your own hands or put yourself in risk of danger. The night has its beauty, but it is a perfect place for danger to lurk.

-goodnightwriter

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