Short Story Preview: Rich Folks Hoax
A fingernail moon hung pregnant in the bruised purple sky, casting a wan and ghostly glow around the deserted village. The baby lay sleeping in its mother’s arms, its shallow breathing a reminder that we were still alive. Beyond the perimeter of the village spirits skittered in the gloom, jabbering away. On the edge of our hearing a small river gurgled along its chosen course.
The mother sighed in the dark and I looked up. We had not built a fire for fear of alerting the rebels and the coolness of the night made me shiver slightly. I shifted my position to look at her. She was a proud woman who sat with her back straight, her young skin glowing in the moonlight. My movement caused her to look up and her eyes caught mine. After the ordeal of the day I could not cope with the calmness and acceptance of fate that stared back at me, so looked away.
I needed to move around. All this sitting doing nothing was getting on my nerves, but what could I do?
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