Hope Forsaken
Sama finished her prayers, stood, then donned her heaviest coat. The bitter cold continued, and the wind accompanied it. "Stay here, daughter."
"Do you think it will do any good? They are all hard headed."
"Perhaps. But I must try." Sama opened the door to exit the hut, a blast of cold striking her.
"Stay warm, mother."
"Stay safe, daughter."
She walked alone, hands tucked into pockets in the lining of the coat, and a fur hood pulled snugly around her head. She nodded to one of the few villagers who happened to be out. A nod was not the Chun way, but it was too cold to talk.
Sama sighed. During better times, children frolicked in the square playing games or walking with parents or pets. Dogs claimed shade in summer and warmth in winter, but even the hardest of hearts l
