The Bridge to Lucy Dunne

by Exurb1a

And now I will be ageless too in a sense, he thinks. Until that hungry black god eats me up. Now I spend the centuries circling into it like a penny in one of those coin spirals at an arcade; a little ageless penny and the whole of time before me, and my body ageless too. Barnstable was wrong. That great black thing isn't a god. I'm a god. We’re all gods, all of us in these coffins, Turner and Eve and James. Or at least with all this time to think, with all the years ahead of us, with lifespans longer than our whole damn civilisation has been standing we'll surely be wise and bold and mad as gods by the time we're dead.

“Courage isn't the absence of fear but the mastery of it.”