Who Holds the Torch
Light is a tool. Passing it is a sentence.
A fictional narrative within Callizto Dark Symphony.
Kesh handed Nim the torch without looking, which meant they had walked this bend a hundred times.
“Don’t point it at the gauge.”
“It lies anyway.”
“Kindly. Don’t make it shy.”
They passed a sleeper. The beam dipped. Courtesy.
At the junction Nim handed it back.
“Your turn to see first.”
Seeing first was not rank.
It was a chore, like soup.