Two Eyes Cenote Leaf-nosed

qiao set aside the fraught ends of chicory she had been separating from stem. her gaze climbed up to the woman, noticing it was perhaps the first time she had voluntarily spoken.

many women. the seer said, turning her gaze back to the beheaded flowers who would find their petals crushed into a palatable tonic. she got the sense eset expected more than a clipped reply, and reluctantly unwound another tendril of history. my sisters were hired to tend the wounded of a great kingdom's army. she had been very young, and her sisters had no choice to kneel to the summons of the king.

it was then she had met an igbo woman who had changed her life forever. and you?