A little bit from an ongoing (and ongoing, and ongoing…) WIP, working title Turquoise. Thanks for reading!
“I feel the gristle in my neck from staring at you for so long,” he said. “I was sure your house would disappear before I arrived, if it was real at all.”
“Why wouldn’t it be real?” she asked. “Houses don’t disappear.”
“Sometimes they do. I have seen it. Buildings, torn down and burned. The men, they leave only ashes.”
“Why? Why would anyone do that?”
The man rubbed his neck and winced. “ If something is in the way, it is removed. It does not matter. A farmer, or a woman and her child, they are in the way.”
“In the way? I don’t understand. How could a child be in the way?”
“They are a threat because they have mothers.” He shrugged. “The mothers are dangerous and impredecible, more so than the men. The men are busy with their menace, declaring their land, waving at their wooden beams and dirt floors. They have nothing but their plows and cheap pistols. They are predictable. Bang, they are done, no more worries. But mothers….” He waved his hands broadly, then shrugged. Continue reading “Tranquilo”