For The Masters of Writing Fiction 100 word story challenge Hurt
A spent and broken woman wept at the alter. She had struggled so long to be free from the hurt and anger but now, without him, she was alone.
In the silence that always follows weeping, she heard the whisper of the many mothers.
“Do not cry child for your light is strong and it was he who brought it forth.”
“Was I the moon and he the sun?” she sobbed.
“No my child, you are the moon, he is the darkness.”
For there can be no light without the dark, no joy without sadness, no courage without fear.