Purge Everyone was waiting for Eve. The villagers would all be sitting in rows. Every single person—man, woman, and child—would be merely sitting. A cough would probably sound like a clap of thunder. Of all the things that should frighten her, she chose to dwell on the silence that would meet her.More Like This
Her mother wove Eve’s hair as though one wrong touch would break the threads. Her hands did not shake. She did not speak. There were no mirrors to watch her mother’s progress, so Eve merely stared off into space. Her dress was the color of a night lacking stars, contrasting greatly against her flesh. The dress should’ve been grand for such an occasion. There should’ve been a buzz of conversation outside the tent. Maybe there would’ve been music, and afterwards everyone would’ve danced to celebrate.
“Remember to do as you’re told,” her mother said.