May 28, 2014

And We Who Lived Quietly Let the Tree Take All Our Blood

The strongest man in the village staggers uphill with a bundle of corpses on his back.

I pinch Irena. She flinches and eyes me askance. I whisper, “This has got to end.”
“But… tradition,” she whispers back.
“Our father and brother are tied up in that bundle,” I say.

Kudu Guard
by Jeff Simpson on DeviantArt

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