The Heart-Shaped Goddess
My eyes are full of dust as I wake up in No Mans Land on an old, threadbare blanket with Brick by my side. Brick, my best friend, my confidant, was exiled from our tribe five years ago for using tribe electricity to power a black box he discovered on a trip to the tech dumps. This was a forbidden action, but the sentencing was a stretch if you ask me. Then again, that’s why I’m here on a dusty bed of sand with beetles in my hair instead of waking to the rising sun in my cosy hammock in the searchers quarters, inside the earthly gates.