The Egg of the World
She looked down, turning the feather in her fingers. Gazer hawk, unless she missed her guess. Strange to find one this far west, away from the coast. But many things were strange of late. She let the feather go and watched the hot wind carry it up and away, out of sight.
Brother
No answer but the creak of the floorboards. Her ears strained, and she heard – or thought she did – the quiet sound of a child weeping.