Literature
MEA: Grass
Dividing us there lies no sea, nor mountain barrier: only a handful of spreading grass is our growing frontier. The news of their mom being terminally sick was like being struck by lightning. Sure, it was no real surprise that anyone who studied biotics, had health problems. But the illness that struck Ellen Ryder had been absurdly strong and deadly, with nothing that could slow the illness down, or cure it. Sara knew it. She checked. And re-checked. And then checked it out again, only for the same results to come up every time. Scott took to denial, at least at first. If he didn’t acknowledge it, it just wouldn’t be real, yes? Their dad, however… Dad took to bargaining. He refused to accept the news, just like them, but in his mind, there was nothing he couldn’t overcome, if only he spent enough time on finding the solution. Mom took it the best of them. There were times when Sara could see traces of fear in the way her smile faded just a little bit, when her eyes got unfocused just