“Time continues to flow, the people you meet will come and go, even you. There is no permanency. Eventually, you’ll be gone.”
She kneeled to the floor, tears streaming softly down her face.
“While you’re there, you’ll have them with you. You can’t touch them, or talk to them, or even see them. But up here…” Continue reading “The Makings of a Hero” (Morning Fiction 5/14/2018)