Darkness

by Michael Akerib






The day had gone by essentially silently. The priestess dressed in white had told him to stay at home and meditate.

‘You will see that you will better. And stop smoking. You will probably feel isolated but refreshed. The best of you will emerge. Your true nature will take over. Open the right doors inside you.’

‘The right doors …’ he whispered.

‘You may suffer when you open certain doors. Bear with it. You must do that on your own. There is no point in my holding your hand. You must delve into yourself on your own.’

‘I understand,’ he said.

‘I am not sure,’ she said, bidding him goodbye. ‘Do not fall into darkness.’

Darkness was now all around him, engulfing him.