The Liberator
The rooftop had changed.
It was no longer a ruin on the edge of an equally ruined city, but it was a building on a restored street, bustling with activity in the day. It’s view had changed, from wasteland to plains and farmland. It was almost as she used to remember it, when times were simpler, when she was younger and only had herself to worry about.
She’d left the hatch to the apartment below open, listening for the sound of boots on the ladder. Mia had purchased the building not long after it had been restored, renting the lower level out to a farmer to use to sell his produce, keeping the apartment for herself when she needed to be closer to the city.
It seemed a strange thing, to find attachment to a building, but it was the only place she had to connect with Liorra. She wouldn’t be surprised if the teenager didn’t show. Mia had ignored enough of her messages that to spurn an invitation to talk wouldn’t be an unreasonable reaction.
Her feet dangled over the roofs edge, the low sun casting a golden glow over the grass that swayed gently in the late afternoon breeze.
Liorra
