Shaen Layle

Fatal Frost

Fiction

“We started out so differently, you know: you were the helpless one—suspended, unseen, in the cradle of my ribs. My body, a shield for yours, a galaxy of starry future. But years passed until you were the helpless one (suspended, unseen) no more. A protector yourself, shelter for others. A galaxy of starry future. But years passed until the scent of lilies hung thick in the air. No more a protector yourself. Shelter for others now only in the Redeemer, an embrace at your casket. The scent of lilies hangs thick in the air, as blue turns to eternal gold.”