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A Constant Companion
A Constant CompanionBy Heather Ann MartinezThat’s the thing about this city, it’s always sunny. The scientists don’t know why, but the sun never sets here. The temperature never changes more than a few degrees, and the people are the nicest you will ever meet. Crime is at an all time low. There aren’t any shady deals happening in some dark alley. There is no darkness here unless you create it with blinds and shutters. It is hard to tell the time by what you see outside. Most everyone works to keep our city both safe and beautiful. Unfortunately, there are always the grumblers. Every city has t...
A Better Death to Die In.
Moiling wind, rugged nuts, sopped air, soft baby body strapped against my back, a small puddle of a hand — a clove melded into my difficult palm, a trail of the Kinjo folk not far behind. It’s hard to stop when you’ve been selected because you don’t know how to, because your back is strong, you think clear, you lead. They chose me to lead and I am grateful and tired. My foot plummets into thick mud, slow to rise, hard and full falls — I pull the small child's hand upward every time she is stuck. I readjust the fabric protecting my baby around my neck, I turned my head at an angle so that the p...
Persuing The Pipes
It was a miserable wet October night in 1301 when a cripple trudged his way into the market town of Durschtuck. He walked with a cane, and his feet squelched in the mud with an uneven rhythm. The watchman saw his shape on the road and raised a hooded lantern to turn its beam on the approaching figure. “Hallo!” He called out as the visitor squelched toward him. “Who comes?” The stranger raised his face, but its features were unclear in the deluge. He was tall and tried to walk with a straight back but even his long travel cloak could not disguise the serious limp. As he drew close the light rev...
Unlucky
He dropped the empty bowl of Pap in front of his Grandmother, she was in all smiles, her brown teeth shone brightly in the stream of mwww.onedoor.ccorning sunlight. She gave him his pocket money for the day and after a hug, he skipped off to the school with no bag.He hummed the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star poem along the way, he felt so free, it was the last week of the session, the week of reckoning, the week of cries and smiles. But that would still be the next four days, for now all that was on his mind were the games he would play at school.He swore not to join them to play Mummy and Daddy—too childish. ...