I’m standing in the middle of the village. Nothing stirs. There’s no smoke from a stove, no animals being fed, no children playing, nor women gossiping. Nothing.
I’m not sure if this is what I meant to happen but my once home is now a ghost, just a shell. Every family has left. Some fleeing with little more than they had on their backs.
They say you will reap what you sow. I’m not sure who planted this bitter harvest. Me, Jeremiah and that mob, or whoever turned them against me, but we must now all live with its fruits.
I take one last look and then turn away. I head south towards the city. I never thought that would be where my life would lead me but with a few coins in my pocket hopefully I can plough some kind of future away from all this and my memories.
