The Case of the Songless Sirens And The Wandering Stranger

by Needling Haystacks

Epilogue

Some time later, whether months or years, Jim slept in his bed, down the hall from his three adopted sisters. In the dark, a ring he had worn around his neck all that time glowed a soft blue. Into the quiet of the night slipped a gentle voice.

Hope.

Author's Note:

And here's the end. I had the epilogue in mind for awhile, but it took me awhile to figure out how to make it work with the previous chapter. I think what I settled on works pretty well. Also thought about putting this as part of the last chapter but it really is an epilogue and not a proper part of that chapter.

Comments

[Needling Haystacks]

8078659 Crap, typo. Thanks. I fixed it.

And while I was at it I noticed that I had typed an italics code wrong so the whole thing was in italics. Oops. Fixed that as well.