III Snook's World

Groundhog Day, 1986. I poked my head out and, seeing no shadow, was born. I often think it was a rash decision. The world is not only full of shadows but evil also frequents them. My mother thought it was her fault. It probably was, but that is not my point. It became a habit of mind and she was so busy trying to find the reasons for all the wrongs in the world in her own actions that she never shone a light in the dark. She loved me brilliantly but failed to protect me from the creatures snapping at my ankles from the shadows. One day I was snatched away.