Hope Burns (Other Fiction)

It wasn’t healthy, but she couldn’t bring herself to give up what little hope had made it through the war. Her life reduced to pacing stone paths, littered with shards of colored glass worn harmless by the waves.

The colors remind her of summer vines, blooming in draping avalanches over rough-hewn stone parapets. But the vines and stone are long since gone, the lighthouse’s church in shambles at her feet. In her head she knows the ships aren’t coming back, but in her heart lives the hope that drives her forward down ruined paths.

The light must shine.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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