A night like the last

He knocked. Like last night and the million nights before this, he stood at the door and knocked. There was no answer. Another night like the last…

He lit the lamp and sat down on the cold ground. For a moment he looked around, gazing at the shapes the night had created. There was something beautiful about a moonless night, he thought.

His voice broke the silence. His mind wandered off as he spoke to the night. The darkness listened. There was no answer. The voice went on. Oh! What stories he had to tell.

“Oh how we laughed and laughed some more
at life’s little delights

Oh how we danced and danced some more
to a tune just right

Oh how we spun those tales of joy
that left a twinkle in our eyes…”


He paused. The night was silent. He waited. Like all nights, he waited.

“Ha ha ha ha ha”. The laughter tore the darkness. Tonight, the house laughed.

He smiled and listened. The laughter of a million nights slowly faded away. Silence crept back in.

There is something beautiful about tonight, he thought.



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