The Extraordinary Deaths of Mrs. Kip

by Sara Brunsvold

Without fail, he always found a way to comfort his beloved, despite the broken dreams and the prayers yet unanswered. He always was up to something good, even if she couldn’t see it. In fact, he did his best work in such times.

“Authentic love is the greatest joy there is, Miss Kelley, but it requires a thousand little deaths to self.”

How she wanted to go home. How badly she longed for it. To finally see the face she had sought for years. To hear the voice she could only imagine and see with her eyes that for which she hoped. To be free at last. Free of the pain. Free of the grief. Free to walk. Run! Fly! Soar!