short fiction · 2026-10-16

The Lamp's Witness

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the hush of the evening, the lamp threw a steady glow over the table where she sat, her hands folded too tightly. He spoke of the night's events, his voice smooth as polished stone, but the light caught the tremor in his shadow—a flicker that did not match his words. Silence stretched, not empty but full of the weight of what was unsaid. The lamp, unblinking, held the truth in its quiet radiance, and for a moment, the deception lay exposed in the space between his syllables and the light's honest fall.