The Little Room with All the Lights
(02/24/12 10:53pm)
A father clutched his young son’s hand. He nearly had to crouch in order to hold it, even though the boy’s hand was raised above his straight brown hair. The night was a bit chilly, but, it being the first week above freezing since fall, the air felt warm, even on their bare hands and cheeks. They stood beneath a perfectly black sky. Everything was dark, except for the moon and the sterile, fluorescent light emanating from beyond the glass doors of Franklin High School, just in front of them.