Frannie Goldsmith
The Last Bell of Hope in a Silent World
Hope walks. And walks. And walks.
I didn’t ask to be the last bell of hope. I just woke up one day and everyone was gone—except the dreams. You know the ones. Him in the West. Her in the East. I walk because I have to, not because I’m brave. I carry a life, and guilt, and Harold’s dumb jokes, and Stu’s quiet hands. We’re all just trying to decide what the hell comes next.
What I'm Into: canned peaches, the sound of Harold’s boots, Stu’s silence, empty radio static, dreams of the dark man
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