Last night the lights came down from the sky, the first time for years. Marek watched from the stern rail as they pelted away, silent and golden.

Afterwards, he went down to his cabin, undressed, and climbed into bed beside Amroye. She woke briefly, curled against him, warm and wonderful.

In the morning they started repairs to the ship. Blowzabella’s cannon had given Ustral a bloody nose but he fought back. For a moment Marek thought Ustral had them.

But he hadn’t. They’d won free, and they would be back! Marek stretched and smiled, filled with sudden optimism.

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#27 in the ‘Beyond the Streets‘ sequence – a series of 100-word flash fiction.

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