Better to Cherish the One Before You

"If you carry me back from here, I'll go with you to the Western Frontier." "You mean it?" "I do! Truer than pearls! I can swear on my father's name... hic!" Before I could finish hiccuping, my feet suddenly left the ground. Many years later, I could still clearly remember that night. In the pitch-black darkness, the usually taciturn man had broad shoulders, a warm back, and a steady stride. This story was published in the April 2016 issue of the magazine Three Lives, Three Worlds. Theme: