A Thousand Ships

by Natalie Haynes

The fires across the city were so bright, they thought it was morning, and Creusa knew she would remember this oddity – the fire and the birds and the night made day – for as long as she lived. And she did, though it mattered little, because she was dead long before dawn.

When a war was ended, the men lost their lives. But the women lost everything else.

It’s not her story, or Creusa’s story. It’s their story. At least it will be, if he stops complaining and starts composing.