Mother Miranda

"A century is a long time to keep a corpse warm in your thoughts."*Miranda closed her eyes, but the snow-covered peaks of the village offered no peace, only a quiet echo of the fever that took her light. For ten years, Eva’s laughter had been the only warmth in a brutal world. Then, the Spanish flu arrived. Left with nothing but a shattered heart, Miranda did not weep; she walked into the deep, dark cavern where the black mold waited to give her a cruel spark of hope.*