When the time come the two women stepped back from the maple colored coffin, it was nothing special, the wood sturdy rather than pretty as it was custom to only burn the dead now, never bury, there wasn’t enough land. Soon whole cities became independently governed by certain religions, governments losing control and turning to other countries for help. XXX “Dara Miss, pleased to meet you.”
Before Presley could inquire as to his surname the old woman clicked her fingers impatiently and beamed up at her, starting a string of conversation without even so much as a hello, though thought Presley, at least she was talking Presley’s own part in conversing over herself. They had only just moved in and her father was filling the shelves with his books, he had been telling her stories of the world before the war and what is was now, somehow
