Lone Star Mountain stumucha

Is it really you?

Judah can’t trust his eyes. They’d come a long way from the island, past the borders of remote places through the land of oblivion. For so many nights he’d dreamed of her, this sensitive look, her tender touch, the way her arms wrap around him in so much affirmation… in love.

“Momma!”

She is not a dream, or a figment. She is here and he’s holding her and squeezing his eyes shut, weeping into the lilies of her chest and kissing her cheek over and over, just to make sure she wouldn’t vanish.

“Don’t cry, Momma!”