"THE BLUE LIGHT"

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It was a dark night, and I drove through a back road that was colored in an even darker tint
My affairs were morbid, and because they were I drove with desperation, till I found myself being overtaken by sleep.
Though there were no lights, I could tell the shoulder terrain was false, due to the night's earlier rain shower.
So it was that I drove for various miles till I came across a bright blue light in the distance
When I came to it, I found the shoulder to be made of base rock, and far enough from the highway that parking there for the night would be ideal.
The blue light belonged to a shrine were a cross and a bouquet of flowers lay.
It did not surprise me to see this totem, for the road's condition was appalling, but seeing as its events had led to my good fortune I decided not too dwell on it.The following morning I continued down the road till I found myself in a small town.
There, I stopped by a cafeteria where an old man recognized me as a stranger, and welcomed me.
He told me about the rain that had been falling on his town pre-emptively, and when I told him about my account of the previous night, he confessed the story behind the blue light.
"That road is treacherous, all the locals know it, and they know to avoid it.
But like any good backroad, it's convenient, and used by the desperate, and that's what that young man was as he drove down it on that rainy night.  
With the road as slick as it was, and the night as dark and mean as it could be, the young man stood no chance, and he lost control of his vehicle during a turn, colliding into a ravine.
We're a small town, we don't have the infrastructure or man power to maintain such a long stretch of road. It's just us.. against the dark.
Folks tend to forget just how unforgiving nature can be. This is a frontier town, and everything beyond these walls we think of as chaos, and we keep it back.
And that blue light is just what that is. A cry of defiance put up by that boy's parents. "
I thanked the old man for the coffee, and made my way back unto the road to deal with my affairs.
The road, once again, was uneven, unfinished, and treacherous; perhaps more so than before
I thought about stopping and finding the main road, but a thought stopped me.
An image flashed in my head of a lone blue lamp in the middle of nowhere, unrelenting, unassuming, proud, shining bright against that black maw.
And I continued forward.


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