 With a primal burst of strength, the engineer finally pried the door to the medbay open. A burst of air pushed him and the rest of the rescue team back a few feet. It was over in an instant and the crew gathered together to peer into the room which appeared strangely darker than space. Not one harboured any fear, but trepidation only seemed to creep in as they entered the foreboding structure.
 As crooked and creepy as the tall man is, he had the best lanterns to ward away the spirits. I could see all the neighbour’s lanterns in the darkness. These lanterns gave off an odd light that almost seemed to make the nights darker, keeping only natural light around it. Yet, nobody bought these lanterns for light.
I could only hope that such a lantern would help us.  She was at peace.
I studied her delicate face then looked over at my children. There was sadness in their eyes, but they stopped crying the day before. I understood their pain, but nothing compares to losing someone you have known all your life. I remember her when I was my youngest child’s age, I remember her in school, I remember comforting her when her mother died, I remember her every movement, every smile, every tear. The word ‘pain’ does not do this feeling justice and now I bear it with the grief of two motherless daughters and a broken son. |
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Matthew Dewey
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