by Alyssa Jordan

Hope can be dangerous, her father told her during those nights under starlight, when he taught her the names of those that reigned in the sky. They ranged from the Winter’s Breath of Odhrán to the three corners of the Winged Triangle. Lyra’s namesake flanked the southeast corner, brightening a pocket of the sky with its light. 

Still, it could be, she thought, watching her son smile in wonderment. Sometimes hope had its place.

Alyssa Jordan is a writer living in the United States. She pens literary horoscopes for F(r)iction Series. Her stories can be found or are forthcoming in The Sunlight Press, X–R-A-Y Literary Magazine, South Broadway Ghost Society, Blind Corner Literary Magazine, and more. When she’s not writing, she’s hanging out with her partner or watching too many movies. You can find her on Twitter @ajordan901 and Instagram @ajordanwriter.