I am going. I have borne this bitterness too many years. The children are with their grandmother. I will come back to them in six days as though I had only gone to the moondark house. I cannot leave them to her. Look what she did to me.
There is starlight enough to see by. The long grass reflects it, the trees by the river swallow it. I walk in the light. No one can stop me.
No one will see me here, in the dark of the moon, in the dark under the trees.
All my life I have gone stumbling in the dark, surrounded by their eyes. Even my daughter, my star, looks on me with my sister’s cold eyes, with Uyali’s eyes.
Not even the stars will see me going from the moondark house. Not even Uyali will see me. The sound of the river will cover the sound of my steps, the shape of the land will guide my feet, and I will go free.
Sunrise. Birds crying. My legs are tired. My feet hurt. I keep going.
"How much did that one cost you?"
Mark stopped reading aloud and looked up from his Sony Reader, "Forty-nine cents."
"Huh. Well, for once, I'd say you got your money's worth."
Opening: Joanna Hoyt.....Continuation: Anon.