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Thursday, January 3, 2013

Homage

We were out of time and out of place. Most of the world lived in poverty, struggling to find enough food for the next meal. People were dirty and corrupt. We were all hungry or cold or angry at the way things were. Bad attitudes only made things worse.

There was no real love.

My parents sought favor with the queen. The queen was known to grant favors to those who were willing to make the right kinds of sacrifices.

I was amazed they were able to find the things she wanted. She had called for a specific kind of stew, and my parents were able to provide the main ingredient-- human hands.

Where did they get those? I wondered as I stared at the ceremonious way they had placed them on an ornate tray for presentation. I reached out to touch them, bewildered by the horror of it.

I reached out with bloody stumps.