A flash fiction story written for the writers forum Sept 16 competition inspired by a photograph.
They hurried to get home, turn on the light; banish the darkness. They were people of the light; darkness held no comfort for them. They eradicated darkness; producing artificial brightness in their homes, entertaining themselves with visions created through light producing technology. Light was mesmerising, addictive, essential to what they thought of as happiness.
They feared darkness, imagining it to be filled with evil creatures and death; they did not study the dark as they did with light. They knew all about light waves and even soundwaves but no-one understood dark-waves and their power. So it was that darkness grew in strength; for in every attempt to produce more light, they simply created more dark. It was a natural balance, wherever light was, there were shadows; the brighter the light, the deeper and darker the shadows became.
Darkness was waiting; in time it would get its people back. A time would come when all the cleverness used to dispel it; all the energy needed to produce the light, would be ever more quickly consumed, until darkness would return in gently rippling waves to lap again over the minds of its people. Only then would they understand; only when they had no choice but to accept the darkness, would they realise that they had needed it all along.
Every wave of the ocean rippling with starlight was only evident because it was surrounded by the darkness; every colour of the rainbow was defragmented by equal spectrums of darkness that lay behind. Once upon a time everything had been dark; until light was created no-one even noticed. Until light was created everyone found happiness in their sleeping dreams, and in their waking hours they thrilled in the sensations of touch, and fragrance and whispered sound.
Some were beginning to understand, some were seeking solitude and nature; going out into the wild places where light was limited and they could lie in the grass and look up into the heavens. Of course they were mesmerised by the stars; those pinpricks of light that were only visible because of the pure darkness that surrounded them in its great vastness.
The time was coming, it would be soon.
“Why did you do that to them?” The darkness asked.
“To teach them the difference between good and evil” a voice replied. “It is better to light a candle…”
“It would be better to love the dark.”