Marbles on Glass
24. Mission
She was alive and burning.
She was the gleam of a dreary place, a buzz of discreet enthusiasm against a monstrous silence. In the rows of mute scientists, crushed by deadlines and responsibility, she came to shed her own light.
There was not much recognition, no promise of great rewards. She did not care. She had made this mission her own reason to shine.
She was bright fire and chemical reactions, she was hope – past thousands of regrets, wherever her love went, she followed.
Just as easily, with nothing in return, she crumbled to ash.
Her gravestone was never sculpted.