Jessica Herlihy

Vita et Mors

Emilia closed her eyes against the bright sun letting the rays heat her skin. Today was a beautiful day. The streets were bustling with people due to the upcoming parade. The weekend long celebration was in honor of the towns magical folklore that made it famous. It was during this time that all the vendors from the surrounding areas came to sell their wares. This was why she was here. Emilia wasn’t a wealthy individual, usually working double shifts at the diner to even be able to pay her bills. She always made it a priority to set some money aside for the festival the past two years. Coming to the market and buying something meaningful was something her and her grandmother always did together. The past two years have been rough without her.