Lady Vervaine
Signs // A Short Story // 4 of 4
“And yet,” he told me, “I always kept faith that something could break through it all. Someone would see me, reach out, send me a message, hear my voice – and I would think, “All is well! I am not alone! They are with me in this place. They know.”
“And I would feel hope. It would crackle through me, a great surge of hope, sparking through my body and across my face, and I would not feel alone. Yes, I have fallen; and I am far far far away from home; but this would be a sign that there is hope – a true true sign this time.
“And that sign,” he ended, as we embraced in the dark, “that sign, my friend, is you.”
Signs // A Short Story // 4 of 4
“And yet,” he told me, “I always kept faith that something could break through it all. Someone would see me, reach out, send me a message, hear my voice – and I would think, “All is well! I am not alone! They are with me in this place. They know.”
“And I would feel hope. It would crackle through me, a great surge of hope, sparking through my body and across my face, and I would not feel alone. Yes, I have fallen; and I am far far far away from home; but this would be a sign that there is hope – a true true sign this time.
“And that sign,” he ended, as we embraced in the dark, “that sign, my friend, is you.”