Apocrypha of the First, Chapter V
The clouds have gathered above the well and are staring down at us. God sent them to judge me. Jak-Ur will die soon if I don’t face my fear.
It is my last chance because it will snow tonight. I still haven’t buried the dead, the crows have gathered, a cloud of crows, all other birds have disappeared. I have lost the birdsong since the day they came. If it snows, and it will, if the white sheets cover the dead then I can’t burn them anymore. Not until spring....
Published on June 16, 2017 15:16