The night was shaded black and white.

Black sky against balls of white light studded against Dunn Avenue. Patches of shadowed greys intermittently punctuated the trail, until the trees snuffed out any trace of luminescence.

A steady beat fills the eardrums, quickening just a bit in those pools of grey. The world tilts and my vision becomes a tidal wave with the changes of light. Human vision is, mostly, diurnal.

It is not really the darkness, or the light, that pumps my blood and feet as a roaring tidal wave; no, it is the sound of Nike Air Force smacking the leaves behind me.

Darkness opens its mouth further and further, swallowing me whole.

I stop and turn. The whiteness is just a pinpoint in the distance, the size of my fist.

The figure plugs the hole, removing the remaining source of light. My husband pulls the knife.

“I pity you,” I say.

The plunge elicits a final dazzling of stars before my eyes, and he is consumed by the blackness as he runs back towards Dunn Avenue.