Today's Tainted Cup
“I…I am going home,” whispered ______. His face shook with pain. “To the g-green fields of beans, and…and yellow fields of wheat I once knew.” He blinked hard, and tears began running down his cheeks, carving cloudy lines through the blood. “Air hazy with pollen in early spring. And th-the forests thick with leaves just after, and then heavy with d-dark fruit.” As he limped on, his body began to shake, and he wept. “I shall be there soon.”
— The Tainted Cup, Robert Jackson Bennett