34. The Vision
The widows’ village. More like a brothel. The widows, men and women, were split between two huge buildings with a connecting fenced grass section.
One building was for the widows without children. The other for the widows with children.
Once people were married, their duties to the village had technically been fulfilled, so they cast them aside and put them in purgatory. Forgot about them.
They all kept to themselves, scorned for not keeping a marriage alive or their other halves. Any divorces meant getting banished here. The unchosen were sent here. It was my future without the wolves.
It was another stupid tradition that humans liked to use as a power play.
They had all the s**t jobs, but they couldn’t complain because then the main villages wouldn’t share food
