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Vanora Week 2
Vanora Week 2
Vanora shivered. The fire was going out and what remained
She peeked out to the hollows looking for Crow. The air
on the island felt dry, not the typical soggy wetness when
saw the bird swoop by and do three air loops around her
of dear Old Fergal. I tried to warn you last night not to go out,
added, “Now I’m off to gather news.” And with that, Crow
Uls and who may know what happened to dear Old Fergal.
He’d heard the villagers whisper in alarm that it was all
or toss cows and pigs and sheep and fishermen down the
father kept a stall selling fish. The market was buzzing with
Vanora rushed through the fish stall rows and noticed all
eyes were on her. In the first stall she found Fodla, a widow
her father regarded with much respect, for the woman was
built strong as a man and kept a large litter of black cats to
feed. She could fish like any other man on the island and
was known to get a good catch and haul it in her Púcán all
shawl.
Vanora, then quickly brought the cloth back over her face.
hollering invited the villagers to come and buy her wares and
they had news of her father, but just about everyone shook a
her father’s that stall she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes
bulged out. Her heart leaped so high she was afraid it was
woman with the largest creels of fish she’d ever seen. It was
were garbled. Who was that old woman? And what was she
fate. Vanora held her breath when she came face to face
chilled Vanora to the bones. The old woman’s top lip was
“Go yer way girl. Look for no home, no father. I got the
nails like daggers and black, engorged veins that popped out
their lives. The stalls were just a few yards from the bay, and
the people there saw the water move away—run out to sea.
They knew something was about to happen and they fled for
the hills.
look one more time at the strange woman who stood with
her hands out, shaking them, while fog rose up from the
ground.
She tried to hop onto another rock but tripped on her shawl.
stone slab. She gripped her fingers on its edge, and the slab
began to slide down to the sea, taking her with it. Her calls
being carried out to sea. She felt a firm grip on her back
lifting her up, way above ground. Fodla threw her on her
angered them. The sea came and went, taking sand and
island. The sky turned a mottled grey, and the earth was a
had she done? Was she that much of a burden? She had no
answers and her heart ached. She didn’t know how she was
boat lined with oiled seal skin, and oars to the bay to fish, but
she could not take a Púcán, a bigger boat with a sail, out to
had none.
Before she entered the house she turned to look back
toward the village. She saw the old woman coming up on her
heels. The woman’s hands hoisted up her skirt, and her hair
her.