Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to J Hardy Carroll for the photo.
She is alone on the hill.
The other women stand apart.
Her misfortune is so great, they are afraid to be near her.
She has lost everyone in the uprising: husband, three sons, and now her only daughter-in-law, taken prisoner in the final protest.
Aye, probably dead now too – or wishes she was.
The woman is empty, hollowed out, yet heavy with grief.
But she has no time for self-pity.
She turns away from the scar of the internment camp.
There is a child waiting at home.
She is all he has now.
And because of him she will live.