The Torn Woman

"You love the prison. "

"Yeah… " she slurred, eyes still transfixed on nothing in particular.

"Why so? "

"Gives me a befitting home."

"How's that? "

"Chains properly as I should be. "

"You think you're a maniac? "

"Yeah, I know that. "

"The world ain't for us. " the other young lady sighed.

"I ain't ask for any world, I only asked for mine. "

"So, sorry. "

"Ain't no full-time. " and she finally exhaled.

He blew at the leaves and slowly, almost imperceptibly a lick of fire started forming and grew on to devour the leaf and even furthermore, to burn his fingers. This brought him out of his reverie, lost to his first wonders of magic. Over on some other side of the world, an old man stopped on his tracks, hoed his beards with his fingers and made an about turn with such haste to where his heels had faced. Things are beginning to get interesting and this is the first of the episodes, mankind, see your lost child. He ran all the way to the Hut fearing that someone, someone else, someone