Welcome to The Light Between Here you’ll find a collection of stories exploring grief, loss, hope, companionship, and shared quiet. Each story shares a...
Wind whistled against the cabin walls, a sharp contrast to the soft crackle and pop of the fire. The man checked his watch and sighed. It was late — very late — but he didn’t feel tired. Whether it was the blizzard outside or the racing thoughts in his own mind, he couldn’t tell. He reached down to pet the dog lying near his chair. The man rubbed the coarse yet soft fur between his fingers. The…
The Daedalus. A marvel of its age. A cryoark built to spread life to other worlds. Launched in 2304 with 256 passengers sealed in cryosleep. Nora had whispered the words from an old news report, her voice carrying in the emptiness of her bunk. She shut the tablet and stared out the viewport. Beyond the glass lay only the quiet scatter of stars. The deep hum of the engines was the only thing…
Tess stood in front of a small hardware store about a block from our home. Rain dripped on her face as she looked up at the sign. "How curious," Tess whispered under her breath. The soggy gravel crunched and squished beneath my boots as I walked up behind her. "Hmm? Find something you like?" I asked curiously, almost excitedly. "Well…" Tess began, "Come see." Tess reached back to grab my arm and…
The rain continues. Tess wakes softly and stokes the fire back to life. She heats some water and drops in a tea bag we found in the house. It’s become a small tradition—waking up to hot tea. She gently squeezes my shoulder. “Hey, sleepyhead, it’s time to get up,” she says quietly. I stir and sit up slowly on the edge of the mattress, shoulder to shoulder with Tess. “Morning already?” I mumble,…
The rain falls endlessly. It’s been falling for as long as you can remember. Cold and wet, yet it provides some unknown comfort—maybe just keeping the silence from becoming too deafening. Tess sits across from you, the light of a small campfire flickering across her face. She stares down at the ground—not sad, but not happy either. The sound of soft rain pattering against the roof of the small…