Down to the Chestnut Tree [part 2]Down to the Chestnut Tree [part 2] Morning came, and Cipher had already gone out into the field to help the others begin harvesting. I yawned, and lugged myself out of the nest of tattered blankets onto a stinging, icy dirt floor. I looked at my dirty and disheveled self in the broken mirror and sighed; I wish there was at least water here. I spit at the reflection in the mirror and dragged myself outside. A bitter wind slapped me in the face as I made my way out to the fields. I spotted Cipher near the border of the Sector 3 field, and could make out the color of scarlet upon his shoulder. The closer I drew to Cipher, the better I could see the bruises and gashes embedded into his flesh."Cipher," I whispered, "this is twice in a month now...what happened?" With a halfhearted grimace he motioned towards Brer, one of the higher ranking overseers here at Zersiro. An asinine behemoth, he was always singling out the m
Down to the Chestnut Tree [part 1]Down to the Chestnut Tree [part 1] Starving. Desperate hunger, clawing at my innards. Food...the very thought causes my mouth to flood with desire. This isn't the first night of insomnia over nourishment. Nor will it be the last. They keep all the benefits we forage. We spend endless days reaping crop and scavenging for even the slightest bit of edibility, only to have it appropriated from us by nightfall. I didn't ask for this life, but neither did any of the generations that preceded me. I suppose you could say my kind is bred for this type of treatment. Just as our superiors have always been our sophisticated, more prevalent counterparts. That's just the way life is. I don't care though. I'm still hungry. I can hear Cipher's stomach snarling. I nudged my brother, "Are you awake?"