“You must be the light. There is no other way. One more time.” Continue reading “Rite of passage”
Into these hollows
of grainy sand
Into the powdery texture
that covers everything
Into the crashing waves
that send shivers up my spine
as they inch closer to my feet
The days are short.
“There’s no hope.”
Sam stared bleakly at Meg as he uttered these words.
“Really? He said that? Wow, talk about a bedside manner.”
“Meg, don’t joke. I can’t. . .lose you. Not now.”
“And you won’t. We’ll show him. You and I.