It’s your reason to live and it’s killing you. You’re smoking twenty a day and afraid to touch booze. The dreams are your insurance, the nightmares left unsaid. But you were once so sure.
Nobody told you about this. The dark side of the moon. The nothingness surrounding the stars.
Hasen Hull lives in London. His work has appeared in Litro, Pure Slush, Flash Fiction Magazine, Praxis, Microfiction Monday and elsewhere. He enjoys photography and long journeys.