Smoothly flowing, sticky on her numb face. [Sticky on their faces.] Then, the burning descent to her belly. A cup sits across the small table; dust settles on amber liquid.
A joyous time of light and laughter. Reddish water, sweet and bright. Sticky on their faces. Gold eyes alight with laughter since stolen.
She sighs. [Wishes she were a lightweight.] Drinks again from a jug that drains too fast. Big golden [dead] eyes stare reproachfully over the splitting wood.
What are you looking at, she doesn't scream. When will you leave, she doesn't dare think, tears sticky on her face.
Eyyyy it's your nebulous pal Chaote! This is a series now!
Broken Pottery is a series of drabbles that all take place in the same alternate universe. For full details, please see the series listing on Ao3.
You might notice that Mariam, the POV here, is not tagged. That's because she doesn't have a tag on this site. Yet.