Year Five

Endless yelling. “Let us see it.” “Does it still work?” “Give it here, now, woman!”

I had found one. They knew I had it. They caught me looking at it. I’m not sharing. It still worked, for now.

Kep begged me to let him see it when we were alone. His southern charm turned my stomach. The wanting. If it’s wrenched from my hands it’ll all be over. I’ll break and bury it soon. I’ve learned enough. On the fifth anniversary of the Dark Year I will offer my body to the bonfire, with all the others. Others like me.