The man took his eyes off his son for a moment, vision filled with the semi-transparent, augmented display of his son’s latest medical assessment.
They still didn’t know what was in his son’s head. What had changed him.
Then his son was taken.
The man looked away for only one, single moment.
Years passed. Labelled as grief-stricken, helpless, the man never stopped searching.
Not for one day. Not ever.
Then a woman came to see him, with her own daughter, and an air of hope surrounded them.
“My daughter’s been changed too,” the woman said, “she’s heard your son.”
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
January 21, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that rephrases “light at the end of the tunnel.” Think of how the cliche replacement communicates a hopeful ending and aligns with your character or story. Go where the prompt leads!
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