Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Sighing but in an indulgent, already smitten way, the youth smothered the portions of the blanket caught in the heralds and brief flickers of flames. Fangorn grumbled something incoherent, clearly trying to peek over the edges of the layers, and Melita shifted so the little one didn’t feel so tightened and held.
The meat was a great hit, and so she laughed, a singsong wonder, before snagging at more. Even the gourd generously offered up some on twisting, turning vines, so that there was a supply at the ready – the honeybee taking each portion in her fingers and pulling them apart into tinier bits for the youth to snag and eat. “There, you can have all you want,” was a soft murmur, trying to ignore the sudden bout of mist surrounding; the gale of laughter following.
The meat was a great hit, and so she laughed, a singsong wonder, before snagging at more. Even the gourd generously offered up some on twisting, turning vines, so that there was a supply at the ready – the honeybee taking each portion in her fingers and pulling them apart into tinier bits for the youth to snag and eat. “There, you can have all you want,” was a soft murmur, trying to ignore the sudden bout of mist surrounding; the gale of laughter following.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
