Step by stepJanuary 28, 2017
We are walking in groves inhabited by crows, taking paths darkened by hanging moss. It is twilight, now, and we fear navigating when the last, small bit of light goes away.
I have matches, she says, but she only has three, and they are tucked inside a paper booklet, flimsy and quick to burn. We could light something, make a torch, but everything is soggy from the recent rains.
We will have to walk into the dark together, says another, and we join hands. Step by step by step we continue forward, because this is the only way through.