The Firebird

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
February 18, 2015
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Disaster came early in Ori’s life, at the age of five, the first time he saw his mother die.

Around him was a warm nest of people, people who munched on popcorn, their faces lit up by the dark red light of the fire pit. They looked around, put their arms around him lovingly, their palms covering his eyes, and murmured, “Look away. You don’t have to see this.” To each other they said, “We should have put him to bed.”

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