Return of the Warrior
Sun glints off his arm, as if he's got some kind of a halo surrounding him. He's come down today. From the high ground. Today, and he's hiding out in the oubliet. It's darn hard around here these days. Don't know if it'll ever get any better. Not with the country all locked up and occupied with suspicious enemy soldiers at every turn!
Anyway, I've got my chores to do, and the food to make to feed all the hungry help, not to mention HIM. Don't know if he'll hold me hostage if I bring him food. It's gotten so you can't even trust your old wife, lest she's sold out for a bite to eat. We're just barely staving off the starvation as it is.
Collecting green grass and leaves now, we are, and boiling it into a soup. It's not much but at least it's hot, and warms our innards. If it weren't for the potato harvest still in the field I'm sure we'd be darn near starved by springtime.
We'll just have to hold the frugal ground, and store those potatoes in the oubliet, where no-one's gonna find them. Except for HIM of course.
Writing by Regina Stemberger