April 13th, 2009
The mournful wails of her people fading into the distance, she walked onward. She couldn’t bear to stay through another moment. Times were hard, too hard. Tears traced lines in the dirt on her face, but she walked on.
She came to a clearing, a place where the forest made an exception. A little pond bubbled here, tasted by the creatures of the trees. She sat on a fallen log at the water’s edge, dipping her sore toes. The water was cold, luxurious. Above her, birds sang merrily, oblivious to her plight.
She rested. She knew, come morning, there would be hell to pay. But for now, her heart was joyful.