Daniel Mark Patterson is a writer living in Niagara Falls who loves wind, rain and mountains. In another time he'd have been telling stories amidst the shadows of a campfire. "Eclipse" is in Short Circuit #04, Short Édition's quarterly review.

I often cling too longingly during hugs, hold that hand one awkward (beat) too long. Sometimes I disparage myself, because I like to be reassured others care.This world of warmth and friends is a strange one for me. It lacks the isolation and cruelty I am used to.There is a safety here. Sometimes the greatest gift is an absence of fear.Unfortunately, even this absence sometimes births it.Do you recognize the fervency behind my laughter? The mania behind my jokes?I worry I do not belong here. That all those I love will realize I am not worthy of these kindnesses.That, I am Lucifer. Become too b

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