Shadow Mountain zoka

"you're a fool," heda choked out, more affected by the mention of her dead husband than the stranger's continued offensiveness. 
but he had pressed proverbial fingers into a pair of bruises; one for the god who had forsaken sweetharbor and one for the quiet grave of the man she had only just learned to love.
they should have had years. hot tears scorched her face as she curved her shoulders and pinned her ears, willing to hear no more as she stumbled forward and contemplated the journey back, the long trek with nothing to show for it.
her daughters deserved more.