What Matters Most…

Cyrius Day held the holo in his hand, staring at the image of his wife and daughter. He absently reached out his hand, stroking the edges of her face where she smiled as they both waved goodbye. It had been four years since the Scrapper’s killed his wife and child as they swooped in on the defenseless transport shuttle they were on that was adrift in the Nether. “Four years.” he recounted as he thought of the honorable man that he was in contrast to the shell that he had become, all because they took the only thing in the ‘Verse that mattered to him.


Lillie McFerrin Writes

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R. Todd

MFA from the Queens University of Charlotte ('21), BA in English from the University of Central Florida ('17), Group leader for the Florida Writers Association since 2019, member of AWP and ACES.

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