Jess Mahler<p>3,600 words edited. Finished Lefeng's section of Planting Life, and tomorrow I can start editing Tsouchm's section.</p><p>----</p><p>"Maybe you should rest for a day," Paiokp said, "You haven't stopped pushing yourself since… " ey swallowed, "…Since the wave killed everyone." </p><p>Once, Lefeng had witnessed a flash flood in the mountains. One minute the narrow canyon had been dry, the next it was running knee-deep with water, and rising. That was what it felt like now, as grief surged through em and washed eir control away. Ey broke down; crying, sobbing, blubbering. </p><p>By the time Tsouchm arrived, the worst of the storm had passed. Paiokp had helped Lefeng retrieve the Baba's old necklace from the bottom of eir pack and Lefeng had wrapped it around eir hand, fingering the beads. <br>Lefeng managed to help get Tsouchm's things but had no life to spare for curiosity about the city or the new grandparent. As soon as they returned to the compound, Lefeng retreated again. Ey had done eir duty to the living, but Kolchais was right. Lefeng couldn't push eir dead away any longer. </p><p>Ey had much grieving to do. </p><p><a href="https://indiepocalypse.social/tags/snippet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>snippet</span></a> <a href="https://indiepocalypse.social/tags/AmEditing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>AmEditing</span></a> <a href="https://indiepocalypse.social/tags/PlantingLife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>PlantingLife</span></a> <a href="https://indiepocalypse.social/tags/Fantasy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Fantasy</span></a></p>