Zemani Lika Spring. Part 2 -

Zemani did not turn. She knew the footsteps: uneven, dragging a little on the left side. Old Marta, the bone setter, the one who still whispered prayers to the stones before the temple priests arrived with their iron gods and their cleaner tongues.

Here is Part 2 of Zemani Lika Spring .

“The offerings have been made!” the headman roared. “The priests blessed the water! There is no curse!” Zemani Lika Spring. Part 2

“The spring is not dying, child. It is leaving .” Zemani did not turn

Hum. Hum. Crackle.

She was not the listener.

Zemani looked past him, past the houses, past the ironwood roof where she had not slept. She looked at the mountain, which was no longer a mountain but a body —sleeping, turning, thirsty. the bone setter