Microfiction: Lantern

They always follow the light.

Floating frivolously in the air, they are granted purpose only by the light of the lantern. My lantern. Every night I walk across the field and every night they follow me. Sometimes only tens, but on other nights thousands come , forming a long caravan of soft illumination. These floating souls need a path to reach the afterlife.

I show them that path, with my lantern…

Word Count: 70


The Aether Prompt: July 3rd, 2019