Kati Stuart

The Soul of Morrighan

My mouth tastes of acid and ash. The bile from retching until I passed out lingers like a stray dog at closing time. There is a crust that has formed over my eyes gluing them shut. I guess that’s what happens when tears mix with soot and dirt. Even after grinding it away, all I see is darkness. As the haze starts to dull to an annoying buzz in my brain an explosion far more internal goes off. Surilda. Where is she? I feel like a naked sand mole clawing through debris and the shattered lives of those that lived here, desperate to find her. Desperate to keep my promise.