In Death, Life
“I have one final question,” he said. “How did you create these in the fields?”
The figure placed a bowl on the floor between them, and her bones creaked as she leaned in to look. A cluster of black rosebuds sprouted from bloodied ash.
“I’m sorry if I did something I wasn’t meant to do,” Eris said. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“You’ve seen this land,” he said. “It’s made of sand and ash. Nothing grows here. I’ve tried for… for a very long time, to cultivate life back. The panther was one such success, but you’ve taken it from me.”
This piece was made with the support from my $10 patrons: Heather, Tamar, Val and Lexi!
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