Stories always take on a new meaning when you read them from the authors view and experience.Congratulations @Victoria Silverwolf on the victory
Thanks to @Luiglin, @JS Wiig, @Christine Wheelwright, and @chuckroc73 for the votes, and thanks also for mentions/listings/whatnot from @BT Jones, @johnnyjet, @Starbeast, @Cat's Cradle, @Phyrebrat, and @The Judge (I think that's everybody). Considering I looked at my story a day or two after posting and immediately saw a few spots I could have improved it, I'm pretty glad with that response.
A few notes about my story. Been thinking a lot about loss lately. Went to two funerals this summer, one for a friend from university who passed suddenly and unexpectedly in his mid-thirties (I was told brain aneurysm), and another for my aunt who finally succumbed to cancer after 7 years. There was also a trilogy of music videos put out about a month ago really focusing on the dark side of loss (aptly titled Pain Remains) that have been making metalheads cry, and the songs and videos are really well done and have been rattling around in my head (the videos come with a trigger warning, I'll add them under a spoiler tag here). These are deathcore songs (think extreme metal), so I'd wager few of you might enjoy the music (and likely none of you will enjoy the vocals!) and it comes with a big trigger warning for self-harm and suicide; I find parts of it pretty hard to watch. But if you're interested, somebody stitched together all three official videos, and added subtitles, here:On the flip side, one of the people who spoke at my aunt's funeral spoke at length about the great love that she had for her family and those she cared about, and how he could feel that love was still there so she wasn't really gone. At some point while trying to think of a story for this challenge it clicked for me that the love and pain that remain after a loss like that are two sides of the same coin, and I decided I wanted to write something focusing on the love, rather than the pain. It was harder than I thought; I had several pretty good ideas focusing on the darkness before what eventually became my story came to me. I've been seeing my uncle a fair bit since the funeral (they'd moved to be closer to family shortly before her health took a sharp turn for the worse) and though he doesn't always show it, I think he's been struggling a bit; who wouldn't after losing their spouse of 50 years. I think part of me wanted it to end on a hopeful note because I want to be hopeful for him. In any case, this one was more for me than anybody else.
May a steady breeze fill your and yours sail.