happy is a thing in my head {patricia&hernani}
May 25, 2022 5:58:44 GMT -5
Post by rook on May 25, 2022 5:58:44 GMT -5
patricia valfierno
Winter passes through Five in a blink, an old friend come and gone. The dark, harsh mornings are behind us, and the infrequent fallings of snow make way to warm spring showers. The skeletal tree branches have shed their frost armour and have begun to sprout new leaves. Birdsong finds its way through open bedroom windows, waking the residents of the district and sending them to work.
The week has been long, with much to do in preperation for the new season. My vegetable plots had been barren since late autumn, with thistles and weeds taking residence where cucumbers and peppers once lived. De-weeding and tilling the soil for a new crop of carrots and potatoes was just the mornings, with my work at the dam taking up the bulk of my days. I haven't slept this good in years.
I pour myself a coffee and drift through my kitchen, fatigue still a heavy dull ache at the back of my eyes as I watch the morning sun rise over my front lawn and catch on the statue of Lethe erected at the centre of the victor's village square.
My world is small now. Everything I need is here. But the world asks more of me, I don't get to live happily ever after, because the great thaw of spring brings about one constant: another hunger games.
The Capitol will always be a shadow leering over my shoulder, unshakable in nature, the weight of it constantly there no matter how much I try to live a normal life. When the Peacekeeper convoy rolls into town and starts setting up that stage for two unfortunate souls to walk onto, I have to take off the overalls, leave my garden, handover my duties at the dam, and get to work.
Real work.
I've learned to coexist with the person I become when those names are pulled out of that bowl. I have to leave my life at the door and tap into the side of myself that killed five people, the girl who stabbed a defenceless boy, who drowned a career twice her size, who watched Galaxy Rose-Clements burn and did nothing. She was thrown into darkness and the darkness spat her back out. And even though I've left her behind, whoever is picked in a few weeks time, they are going to need that girl.
A sharp knock at the door turns my head. Who the hell is here this early? I swig at the hot drink and place it between a summoning circle of coffee rings staining my oak table, and head for the door. I see a shape, maybe two shapes through the rippled glass. I twist the lock, and open the door.
"Yeah?"