Bolts of light break through the cracked sky, illuminating the survivors of the final battle. He looks back, clutching his side and the broken ribs within, at the people he has travelled with, fought with, and lived with these past years. These courageous and compassionate people, all too unfamiliar with their own brilliance. Each as unique as the last.
There is a smile on his split lips. They have all lost so much and yet here they all are. Together. He thinks to himself, ‘The world’s alright with me.’
Paddy Dobson
14th July 2022