Prompt 32: Empty: The House Isn't A Home, by moonyalice515
Title: The House Isn't A Home
Author: moonyalice515
Rating: K
Words: 277
Genre: General
Characters: Kanna
Warnings: None
Summary: Kanna reflects on what is left of her village.
(Author's Note: I've been having trouble posting this because of my internet connection, so if anything is amiss I apologize!)
Her home is empty. No one lives in her half igloo, mostly tent house anymore. No one except her.
The fire brings it’s strong arms around no skin but her own. The snow pitter patters on the roof, and no one complains about it’s music.
No strong sons or grandsons barge through the door, carrying a fresh kill to hand over like an ancient sword. She wakes up to see cold fish on her doorstep, the only gift her dying village can give it’s elder.
Even the village is empty.
A handful of children might roam through the snow on a good day, quiet as mice. She remembers being a mother in a village where there were great groups of them, playing and helping each other through the great snow banks.
There are no men to tease their wives, no strong laughter ringing out in the night. No strong hands on the back of sons and daughters as they sleep, no warriors to watch over while the Fire benders come like sharks to a dying whale.
Kanna hears the silence of women alone in their beds, and the sound of their hearts breaking keeps her up at night.
Her daughter is dead.
Her husband is dead.
Her family in the north is probably dead.
Her son could have died months ago, no men have come home yet.
The lights of her life, her grandchildren, have gone out to try to save the world.
Yet as hard as Kanna fought as a young woman, as bitter as it was getting to the south, she is left like this.
Old and alone, in a house where her voice echoes.
Author: moonyalice515
Rating: K
Words: 277
Genre: General
Characters: Kanna
Warnings: None
Summary: Kanna reflects on what is left of her village.
(Author's Note: I've been having trouble posting this because of my internet connection, so if anything is amiss I apologize!)
Her home is empty. No one lives in her half igloo, mostly tent house anymore. No one except her.
The fire brings it’s strong arms around no skin but her own. The snow pitter patters on the roof, and no one complains about it’s music.
No strong sons or grandsons barge through the door, carrying a fresh kill to hand over like an ancient sword. She wakes up to see cold fish on her doorstep, the only gift her dying village can give it’s elder.
Even the village is empty.
A handful of children might roam through the snow on a good day, quiet as mice. She remembers being a mother in a village where there were great groups of them, playing and helping each other through the great snow banks.
There are no men to tease their wives, no strong laughter ringing out in the night. No strong hands on the back of sons and daughters as they sleep, no warriors to watch over while the Fire benders come like sharks to a dying whale.
Kanna hears the silence of women alone in their beds, and the sound of their hearts breaking keeps her up at night.
Her daughter is dead.
Her husband is dead.
Her family in the north is probably dead.
Her son could have died months ago, no men have come home yet.
The lights of her life, her grandchildren, have gone out to try to save the world.
Yet as hard as Kanna fought as a young woman, as bitter as it was getting to the south, she is left like this.
Old and alone, in a house where her voice echoes.