Rebirth
Posted in Calere, Fiction on March 19th, 2013 by Annabelle – 10 CommentsHe sat on a stump in the village square, leaning on his knees and turning his face up to the sun. It was finally warm, and he felt a smile blooming. The interminable northern winter felt like a crushing blow every year, but he could never remember being more grateful for spring.
A delighted shriek pierced the air. A dark-haired toddler was staggering after a fluttering scrap of yellow just out of her reach, waving her chubby arms and babbling as she went. She had managed to take off her shoes, he noticed ruefully, and her feet and legs were coated with mud. He levered himself up and went to the rescue.