‘She had made a promise to survive, and a pointless journey away from her food wasn’t going to help her do that. But now she thought of it, had he really told her to survive? The moment had been burned in her memory for so long, the thought that she could have misremembered it seemed ridiculous. But now she thought of it, hadn’t he made her promise to do something else. Hadn’t he told her she had to live?’ // ‘Joy’, a story by Dale Smith with art by Martin Hanford
