new guy got a secret
Microfiction
On a strange night, a new guy came wearing a blazer and a clean white shirt. He was red, we were yellow. He sat on a plank and put out the candle — forever hushing our curiosity. Though the dark made our silence lonely, I still heard sounds. Sounds only an inexperienced would make while adjusting on hardwood seats. It went on for the night with a practice of a new meditation — that of silenced weeping. Father and uncle fell asleep near the blown-off candle, mother and sister found a way to the tents, and he and I sat awake — I was intrigued but he was unquestioned.
