“What do you want of me?” Anger flashed in his dark eyes.
“I want you to smile again. I want to hear your laugh. I want a sister and nieces and nephews to play with. Our mother wants a grandchild.”
“Why don’t you get married then? Why does it matter if I wed or have children? It’s your son who will succeed me.”
“I hate you when you get like this.”
“You’re in good company.” He hurled the rest of his bannock at a flock of hungry seagulls. “I hate myself all the time.” With that, he slung his bow over his shoulder and descended the mound with long, loping strides.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes