
The far side was short one fire. The beat broke in the shadows at the narrows, and what scared me more was that I seemed to be the only one counting.
Good eye. But don't count that one out loud, just tell me.
Get caught counting and it's your neck.
I was given my spear this past spring. My hands still shake.

The far side was short one fire. The beat broke in the shadows at the narrows, and what scared me more was that I seemed to be the only one counting.

It's been half a year since I got my spear, and my hands still shake standing at this fire. Everyone laughs, so I laugh along too.