Something moved in the shadows. I held my breath.
An hour past midnight on new moon night, read the unsigned note. Bring no lamp. It was a risk: death for you, censure for me—and a lifetime of mourning.
“Come.” Your voice floated from the darkness. I shouldered my pack, and we ran.
Christine Hanolsy 
We don’t know who they are or exactly what they will mourn, but the feeling of longing and escape are clear.
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The title helps give the story a context, in my opinion. It took me a second to imagine it was a young couple eloping.
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I wanted to read more, know their story, and learn what is to come of the young couple.
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This was beautifully narrated – I found myself holding my breath too and wishing them well
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‘a lifetime of mourning.’
whoa. that phrase. chills.
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