A Collection of Fantasy and Science Fiction Short Stories - Special ...

you? We had some extra left so I thought I’d bring it over for you.” It was an excuse that
Kana used often. Mila knew it was just the woman’s attempt to make sure she was well
fed.
“You’re sure your husband won’t mind that I’m stealing his second serving?”
Mila teased.
Kana chuckled. “Don’t you worry about Don, he had three helpings tonight.
Besides, you’re leaving tomorrow afternoon so this will be the last time you eat my
glorious cooking.”
Mila smiled at Kana’s reply and stood up. They left the roof and went down three
floors and stopped at the first floor where Mila’s living area was. She placed her hand on
a small metal plate secured to the wall. A moment later it reacted to her magical
signature, sending a small current though the wall, across the ceiling, and to a small glass
blown globe that hung in the middle. In the blink of an eye, the room was cast in a dull
yellow light.
At the center of the room were a small round table and two chairs. Mila sat down
as Kana busied herself with dishing out the warm soup and bread. Besides the furniture,
the room contained only boxes stacked side by side and on top of one another. There
were only two other rooms that belonged to Mila, and they were just as bare. All of her
possessions had been packed away, ready to be carried off with her when she left the next
day. Mila felt a lump in her stomach as she picked up the spoon and began to eat. I’ll be
back here soon. I won’t miss this place because the village work will keep me so busy that
I probably won’t even have time to think.
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