The sun on the horizon appears like a brilliant orange pearl seated on a hot flat iron, melting in it. I turn my gaze away from the captivating beauty because it recreates the image of me and Elijah, together. The sun is burning but it was my heart that is turned into ashes. I have no time to cry on the moments I have left behind, it would be better to focus on the things that are coming forward.
“This is all I hunted for today,” Lucian, the hunter boy, places a hunted lamb near the tandoor.
“Do you know how to cook?” I ask innocently, because I didn’t.
“Of course,” He said quickly and smiles looking at me. He removes the skin from the flesh and washes the body from any debris. Later he cuts the lamb into small pieces and places them in water to boil. I watch his every action deliberate
