From The Price of Extension
by Esi Noire
Nomi spotted him from the porch, a tall boy with a cloth-wrapped object. Not her boy. A stranger.
He carried a violin.
“I heard y’all help people,” he said. “The ones with names.”
Mrs. M peeked out from her nap. “Who is it?”
“No one yet,” Nomi answered.
Later, Nomi brought him mint tea and cream of wheat bread with cinnamon.
She knew he was coming eventually. These children from the ruins always came.
He didn’t say thank you, but he held the cup like it mattered.
She blinked twice and archived him:
VisitorWithNoName
Classification: Temporary Quiet
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