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Catalyst- Chapter 12
402 A.V.; Month 9; Day 3
Morning finally came and Sabre and I were soaked through. Riding through the night had gotten us to the edge of the trading villages sooner. I could see the smoke from the fires on the horizon and in the very distance the faint blue outline of the city. We stopped to take it all in. My heart started to beat a little faster. We’d made it that far. The city was right there and I was closer to Jamie.
Within several hours we’d made it into the trading villages. It was comprised of small dirty shops and dank looking alleyways. It was where the “riff-raff” lived. Ones that couldn’t afford city living went there. We left the horses at the edge. People stared at us when we got down and stepped into the village. There were children that looked at us hopefully, like we were going to give free handouts. Adults looked at us with dislike if they looked at all. And then there were the teenagers who looked at us almost hungrily.
Catalyst- Chapter 11
402 A.V; Month 9; Day 2
The horses helped us catch up on the time we lost with Leola. We were close to the outer trading ring around Carkaresh. We couldn’t see it yet, but we’d been running into more people and had to hide the weapons. The worst part was we also had a bandit group circling us. We’d see one intermittently on a hill behind us or off to the side. That morning when I woke, Sabre was just walking back into camp. He looked frustrated.
“They’re staying just out of sight. We only have about two more days before we hit the trading rings. They’ll attack before then and they don’t want us to be too close. Tonight would be prime.”
“They think us defenseless,” I stated. He looked at me as I pulled myself up from the ground and started to roll my sleeping bag.
“You know they’d have more than one archer and there are more than five of them at least. We can’t go against thos
Catalyst- Chapter 10
402 A.V.; Month 8; Day 25
When I woke I found that Sabre wasn’t even in the sleeping bag anymore. He’d spilled out to the side and looked very uncomfortable on the rocks. Smiling a bit I lightly tugged on his arm to try and pull him back into the bag. He muttered something and opened one eye.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get you off the rocks,” I stated. He chuckled a bit.
“If you wanted me closer all you had to do was ask.” He rolled onto his side so that he was facing me.
“You were close all night,” I stated, “Annoyingly close.” He stopped grinning.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, feeling bad that I’d been so blunt. He didn’t say anything and got up. He checked on Leola who was stirring. I let out a breath and sat up. As I started to pack everything, I thought of the dark skinned people picking crops in the field.
Catalyst- Chapter 9
402 A.V.; Month 8; Day 24
Morning light woke me. Sabre’s arm was around my middle and we were lying on the ground. I scrambled up and looked around. Everything was still there, everything except Leola. I shook Sabre awake.
“Leola’s gone,” I said. He sat up quickly, blinking away sleep.
“Leola,” he called while getting up. He picked up the end of her string. It’d come loose. For several hours we searched around camp. I helped only to comfort him, but finally I’d had enough.
“Sabre—we need to keep moving” I said. He looked at me, the worry evident on his face.
“We can’t just abandon her. She’s been left behind once already.”
“How do you know her parents weren’t taken by the virus or something else? I’m giving you ten more minutes alright—then we’re leaving.” He frowned.
“You let her go didn’t you?”
“What?! I woke up and saw that s
Catalyst- Chapter 8
402 A.V.; Month 8; Day 23
Leola had only slowed us down a bit because she tended to run off. Sabre had her attached to a piece or rope that he’d found at an abandoned house. She would skip ahead, come to the end of the rope and stop. Or she’d just run circles around Sabre until she’d tangled him up. I smiled a bit at her sometimes, just because she was so random. Running off after butterflies. Tugging on Sabre’s clothing and then trying to hide. She’d laugh and giggle and scream with delight, but never talk. She hadn’t uttered a word.
Sabre had worked with her last night, trying to get her to speak. She didn’t seem to want to. Every time he’d ask her to talk she’d shake her head. Like it’d been branded into her that speaking was bad. In general she seemed to be afraid of me. She wasn’t afraid of the weapons. That had been proven, but it was me in general, even when Sabre had me be nice to her. We’d deduc
Catalyst- Chapter 7
402 A.V.; Month 8; Day 22
Carkaresh was centrally located so we’d be heading southwest and then mostly west after that. I knew the general directions and if you asked someone they’d point, but no one knew the exact coordinates or could point to a map of the former United States of America and tell you where it was. They didn’t teach anything about the old world anymore. They didn’t tell you anything about the people or the history. All they told you was that this used to be the great and powerful USA. Then one day something terrible happened. The war started, the virus spread, the water was affected. Thousands of people died. Somewhere along the lines the water had cleared up and a new nation had been born.
That nation wasn’t given a name. It was just divided into four sectors around the capitol and those sectors were divided into towns. Verlaine was where I lived, in a town called Rayler. It was the far north to northeastern sector. Below us wa
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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