holding out the berries had been the spark, but I had no way to control the fire
“No, I won’t let you.”
“Trust me,” I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment, then lets me go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own.
“On the count of three?”
our time is running out
you can’t push it underground
you can’t stop it screaming out
how did it come to this?
This is the time to show them everything. Make sure they remember you.