Just like families in the 18th & 19th century clung to rock islands in battering seas to keep the light house beacon burning, so our family keeps the lost soul collector operating. High up on a mountain, location as secret as the nature of life itself, we have toiled so that no soul is lost on our watch.
I never felt alone, mistreated, nor disadvantaged. Someone will find their way here, as they are destined, and I will have a life partner. We will have children
The world down below holds little interest. What can if offer that lost soul collection can not. To gather a lost soul in; to comfort; to listen; to nurture; to reunite.
What better existence can there be?
Written flat out stream of consciousness as a distraction for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: December 29, 2015.