Starvation

The 27th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning We are starving. The storerooms are empty, the grain all but vanished.  The larders are filled with dust, while the abandoned gardens wither under a sticky heat. It is not as if there is a shortage of food. Wheat stretches toward the sky, not yetContinue reading “Starvation”

Games and Mercy

The 17th day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Hope dwindles further with each soul that passes. We lost fourteen today: seven men, three women and four children. Their names have been recorded in the ledger. I have given young Barly the unwelcome task of carting them away before the heat sours them. A hardContinue reading “Games and Mercy”