Episodes

The morning bloomed through the window, casting an early light behind Duara’s eyelids. She tried to stave off the morning’s rise, but her father’s murmuring echoed from across the cabin, keeping her awake. The night prior, they had made makeshift beds from their bags and clothes. The items were arranged specifically according to their comfort the softest clothes towards the head and the rest as even as possible. Over the past few weeks of traveling, they had both perfected the construction of their makeshift beds. ...

Duara didn’t know how to feel about the tiny cabin. The roof’s wooden frame was bowed from forest debris. When her father pulled the door handle, the wood holding the hinges cracked. He shuddered. “At least it doesn’t creak.” Duara hid a smile. “At least our death will be silent.” “Don’t be like that, Dua.” He shuffled into the cabin. At his first step, the floor board collapsed and sucked his foot in. Her father put on a competent expression. “I’m just stomping this down, setting up for a stronger foundation.” ...