Blogtober 2020 Day 14 Entry
"We don’t deserve your help,” Murphy said. “But you already helped us. We would’ve died on the road if you hadn’t brought us here. Meadow gave us food and water, so we know you’re willing to help.”
“Me and Murphy, we done some bad things,” Phin said, “but we’re not bad people. We’re just trying to survive in a world that’s trying to kill us.”
Meadow’s father considered their words. His face showed as much expression as the bark on an oak tree. Phin fidgeted on his bench, but Murphy asked, “Meadow, what is your father’s name?”
“In your language, it would mean ‘Sound of a Thunderstorm,’” she said.
Murphy thought for a moment, and then asked, “May we call him Mr. Storm?”
She laughed a bit at that and said something to her father. He cracked the smallest of smiles and nodded.
“He says you can.”
He spoke again, and Meadow said, “If you stay, will you atone for your crimes and live an honorable life?”
“Yes,” Murphy said.
“We never wanted to be criminals,” Phin said. “That was how grown-ups treated us. We just wanted to be free.”
Storm listened to her translation and nodded again, his face softening. He spoke, and Meadow told them, “Your vision tells of both reckoning and redemption. The future is mysterious, and time is like smoke in the wind. Your choices will determine your fate.”
“But can we stay?” Murphy asked.
“For now, yes,” Storm said. “Time will tell for how long.”
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