My BFF did this, she has added a ending to it. It’s just….great writing!
By the light of a full moon, Stays At Home, known to her village as Abequa, wandered among the tents and lodges, two large red clay jars now empty, braced against her hips. She smiled as from the dwellings all about her she could hear muffled cries of small children being sung to sleep, snorts of sleeping old men, and quiet murmurings. But now and then she chanced to overhear the breathless dance of mating. To these sounds she turned a deaf ear. To listen brought longing. To feel longing brought pain . . . and shame.
There had been much excitement in the village today. Namid, Star Dancer, had been spoken for by Little Wolf, Honiahaka. At the rising of the sun Honiahaka had presented three horses to her father…
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