While taking a Writing Workshop, Amber writes a mesmerizing piece about losing Flesh in a metaphorical desert. Recently, Yellowknife hosted their annual literary festival, Northwords. I took a writing workshop that focused on character and conflict. I didn’t expect homework, but was assigned some in the first five minutes. I’d like to share one of my drafts with the Empress Tea readers. The Feast She is lying in the desert. A light breeze brushes sand over the fleshless bones of her body scratching the surface. She is numb and doesn’t feel the irritation. Her eyes are pointed skyward and birds circle above. She knows that they won’t land because she has nothing left to give. The flesh was torn from her bones and she willingly gave it to her attackers. Ok, if she was being honest, it wasn’t entirely willingly, she fought them, made some sarcastic remarks, begged and pleaded to be listened to, but eventually they wore her down and she allowed them to feast on her flesh just so she could have five minutes to herself. It was a glorious five minutes too. She was able to eat her rice cakes with peanut butter and cinnamon, a snack […]

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