Drabble Prompt: Tragically Hip Songs

Lyrics for both are taken from the song Bobcaygeon

Night

For the past seven years, she’d spent most of her evenings outside at night. She’d found the quiet places where evil could lie in wait and plot and the loud places where evil could steal a life without being noticed. She’d hunted the dark places where monsters hid and the bright places where they raged.

She was used to the dark. Comforted by it. She knew her role and could perform it perfectly.

Tonight she’d been forced into the night, cast out of her home. Heartbroken. The dark soothed.

And for the first time, she watched the stars, not shadows.

I saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time

Calling

In books a calling was a good thing.

A calling meant you were sure. A calling meant you were confident. A calling meant you had a purpose.

You knew what you were supposed to do, how to do it, when and where. You had certainty.

She was sure of nothing. She had no confidence. She didn’t understand her purpose.

Everyone told her what to do, how to do it, when and where, but their demands conflicted. And her calling didn’t tell her who to trust or believe.

All her calling meant was that she couldn’t quit, not even for death.

I thought of maybe quitting
thought of leaving it behind