art by Ron Sanders
Burying a Child
by Steve Zisson
The G'narlons were coming any moment for the harvest. Dawnte liked to wait as long as she could, almost to the last minute. She didn't want her son Charlie to be away from her any longer than he had to be.
It was a two-day sweep as usual. That was the G'narlons time allotment for this sector. They were a busy, industrious, harvesting people. Always migrating, always harvesting. The G'narlons moved fast and seemed to be getting all they wanted.
It was hard for Dawnte to go through with it last year. She hoped it would be easier this year, but there was no way it could be. Still, she knew it was the only thing she could do, but it went against every fiber of her being as a young mother.
The G'narlons only wanted prime three and four year olds and Charlie was now four. He had made it through as a three year old!
This time, it would be nearly impossible for Charlie to understand again, especially at his age. He barely comprehended last year, but maybe his ignorance helped. He'd have to comply if he were going to make it.
It would only be for this year. For just two days. Then he would be done. The G'narlons didn't want the older kids. Then he'd be Dawnte's forever.