Turtle Island salt whispering

"nou pral oblije tann," chani mumbled to her son, then pulled the daughter close. "nou pral tann."
a breath.
"mwen pral moutre w naje di ak vit."
she kissed one downy head and then the other.
"epi apre nou pral lakay ou."
a breath.
imagine maman! imagine when chani returned, flanked by her children.
alive.
her tired eyes alit upon the vulture in the trees, and chani blinked.