Our Father
ShortStory 1,610 words Recommended by 4 award/anthology sources
"I think of you most when the sun sets on Atlas. The skies are so bright there you can feel the colors on your skin. I find myself repeating this to my granddaughter, Lila. The night she was born, I took her onto the terrace to watch the daylight roll back in waves. We stood together in the rosy light..."
Content warnings 1
death-of-a-loved-one
Quasar links out; the story lives on Clarkesworld, where the author gets the click.