Fingers, curled words on damp page.

The fire rose high above us into the trees as we took our seats in our family boxes. My father at the far left, next to him my mother, myself, and my brother. Lenore was not here. I didn’t understand how the meeting could start without her. Meetings in the village did not start without all family members present. I sit and wait patiently as the elders speak, but really my eyes are focused on the flames as they crackle and rise higher into the canopy. I squint to focus harder on one or two fla...

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