@StarGazer2o2's post on Artfol
She jumped off the fence, fell into his arms and wept. She kissed his face, he dried her tears; the long time separated wounded them deeply. He was returning with fresh scars from the battlefield, but he was returning nonetheless. She held him all the way home, a crutch for him to hobble on. They made the way slowly, stopped by neighbors in ecstacy for the return of their own brothers and sons.
Not all made it home that day, but he did.
She tended his wounds and oiled his scars. She washed him, gave him fresh clothes weaved and sewn with all her heart. As he slept she ran to the grocer, fresh summer fruits, leafy bitter greens and a stop at the butcher for a small roast.
They denied her barter, and gave her the goods.
As she scampered home the townsquare was abuzz. Wood tossed from neighbor to neighbor, collected in a large pyre. Tables, stalls, and carts lined the paths.
It could mean only one thing, a celebration was to be had.Jun 29, 2022
Not all made it home that day, but he did.
She tended his wounds and oiled his scars. She washed him, gave him fresh clothes weaved and sewn with all her heart. As he slept she ran to the grocer, fresh summer fruits, leafy bitter greens and a stop at the butcher for a small roast.
They denied her barter, and gave her the goods.
As she scampered home the townsquare was abuzz. Wood tossed from neighbor to neighbor, collected in a large pyre. Tables, stalls, and carts lined the paths.
It could mean only one thing, a celebration was to be had.Jun 29, 2022
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