Jay Sylvian Thomas Heigl

Holocene

“Another object telling me how to think” Amari muttered to herself rolling her eyes. Crouching in the mud she scooped up the plastic memorandum to the past and shoved it into her satchel. Looking up through the protective canopy, she could see the sun finally slipping out of the sky. The fading light at the onset of dusk always gave Amari a sense of freedom. Sometimes, she had the urge to burst out from the safety of the shadows. Arms outstretched, turned to the sky, basking in the full warmth of the sun. She knew better. Her comrade, Zakia, made sure she knew it with that ever-discerning look that she too often gave.