but it was the best times

[Talitha de le Poer]

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He was dead. She'd watched him be killed; that had been scarring in its own way, watching her family members rip apart a coyote who had it coming. It was comforting to know that Andrezej would never be coming back for her but, at the same time, she couldn't erase the sounds of his yowling laughter. He had even enjoyed being killed! It was sick. Talitha's feet took her in her silent peregrination to the bay adjacent to Inferni's land, and truly adjacent to the Waste itself, and there she found herself in a large and spacious sunflower patch. The shore was quite far away, but she didn't yearn to sit by the water today; she was content among the flowers. They had bloomed early, as far as she knew, but she couldn't really know; maybe they were gonna die soon.

Right in front of her, cheerily hopping on the ground and scooping up fallen seeds, was a bright red bird with a small crest. She watched it, transfixed but unable to give it a name, her tail swaying through the opening in her black cargo shorts. They had been pants at one point, but she had managed to get just above the knee cut off, fashioning a nice pair of shorts for herself out of them. They weren't as cool and brand new as they had been when she'd first fixed them for herself, now that she was used to them, but she had already decided that she would go and find more when she had the chance to.

She reached for the little red bird, and it flew away, chittering busily as she watched with a very small smile.

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