It was a life between two lives.
Marjeka walked, carrying her infant as she had every day since he was born three weeks before.
The border to the next kingdom lay many days walk ahead. The border to her homeland, now a place of violence and terror, lay many days walk behind.
She walked the sand that lay between the mountains and the sea, her footprints a temporary mark of her passing.
One day, she knew, she would reach her destination, but until then she was trapped between the past she wanted to forget and the future she dreamed about.
Daily Drabble – Borderland

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