The only thing he could see was black; not a color, but the absence of light. They had lied to him. He remembered all the stories of near-death victims who saw a tunnel with brilliant white light at the end. He was neither cold nor hot. Everything was just dark. He could see, no feel, himself over a body in a hospital bed. His last memory before that was of sudden searing pain in the back of his head, and then nothing.
This is the first paragraph from my short story "LIGHT." It is part of the compendium of short stories, "LIGHT AND DARK" which I plan on publishing on-line early next year.