MELITA
The honeybee youth and her companion came along the heels of Sunjata and Nate (which she couldn’t explain at any given hour, except for a new flavor of the month or season, after his loss of Maea). She moved along the sands, the swell of surf, enticed and inveigled by the slightest alteration of events, not quite the same thing as Ludo’s Festival of Lights, a differing arrangement meant to be more of a social gathering than the quiet, unearthly stillness in embers and lanterns. She waved to a few she knew, like Remi, newest Governor-elect, and shipmates like help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
