Zemani Lika Spring. Part 2 -

She pressed her palm to the cave wall. The stone was warm. The stone should not have been warm.

Zemani looked past him, past the houses, past the ironwood roof where she had not slept. She looked at the mountain, which was no longer a mountain but a body —sleeping, turning, thirsty. Zemani Lika Spring. Part 2

And somewhere deep below, the spring began to wait. End of Part 2. She pressed her palm to the cave wall

Hum. Hum. Crackle.

The headman’s eyes narrowed. “Then what?” past the houses

Zemani stepped into the firelight. Every face turned. She felt the thread humming through her ribs, through her throat, through the hollow behind her eyes.