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Not sure if I’ll be back,
but leave the light on.
When every other light goes dark….
she thinks of his parting words. She remembers stories: oil that never ran out, hopes too strong to be quenched by physics. Sometimes, she wakes from dreams of him and, for a second, she almost feels him beside her.
On nights like that, she double-checks the tiny electric candle, a frivolous, superstitious expense, but…. She misses him so much, and he did say: leave the light on. So, she does. Just in case it helps him find her in the dark.
Thanks Rochelle and Dale for another inspiring prompt! Hope everyone has a great, mostly non-crazy week.