The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5

by Beth Brower

The edge of life can be marked in black faster than one would suppose. Why not ring all the bells?

Life must be lived. And if we can enjoy some of it, so much the better.

“Some things must wring out every last ounce before the end. But your mettle is proven, Miss Lion. You will be weighed and not found wanting. Memories are preserved, sacrifices are honoured, and all the moments before half-open windows are known. In the end, all is mended.”

Sitting at my kitchen table, enjoying a spot of tea, was Hawkes. He whose soul seems to wash up on whatever shore he wishes.