Hunter Mittelstaedt

Echoes of Lost Hearts

‘So, this is it?’ He thought, before taking another glance at his companion. Despite the fact He had not actually said anything, she nodded. ‘Echoes…’ He would not give her the satisfaction of finishing the thought. They were certainly an odd enough pair of travelers to begin with, a scrap and an echo. He was covered head to toe in what many would call garbage, yet to him it was safety, comfort, home, and she was a wispy quasi-corporeal reflection of a former person. They had come a long way to get here, at least relatively speaking. His life was travel and getting to this ancient concrete skeleton that people once called home from the burnt-out crater she coalesced in was just another drop in the bucket.