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Banished

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I lied to them. Standing there on the plaza in nothing but the late afternoon sun and my pride, I looked him in the eye and spoke untrue. There had been a softness around his eyes as I silently listened to their accusations. And I know I have those last feelings of tenderness to thank for the folded piece of square cloth I found secured beneath a rock about two hours walk from the city. The rocky desert cut into my feet as the sun’s last rays did their best to add to the sting of sunburn on my naked skin.
As I cursed my fate I also thanked the powers which had made the note with my doom fall onto the floor and not be noticed until an hour before I was banished. Night fell and sent cool air all over my body and thoughts. Determination took over from anger and I decided to keep on walking through the night, putting as much desert as possible between me and those who wished me dead.
If my memory served me right, and it always did, I would soon leave the rocky desert that surrounded the city behind for the large dunes of the deep desert. Somewhere there I would find a place to live, a safe place to raise the life growing inside of me.
My only vengeance, that he would never know his child.
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