The crew called it heat but I always called it warmth, the same effect that the orange of the set was no doubt meant to give. They called one of the lights Ollie too, thought it looked like a serpent- I saw them more as pilot fish, but pretty. The only light for me in a world otherwise dark; for only there would I come to life, only there was I alive for those watching at home on their couches:
Basking ever in that warmth and reflecting it out to the people: their Anchor, their Herald, their Mercury of News.
Basking ever in that warmth and reflecting it out to the people: their Anchor, their Herald, their Mercury of News.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, in response to this photo:
