To his home

They walk for what feels like hours. The sun rises in the east and they continue moving. It’s late in the morning when they stop at a shack. The cyclops lifts a latch and he drags her across the threshold.

Unceremoniously, Anneke is tossed onto a sheepskin covering what must be the cyclops’s bed. She pauses and watches as he leans his club up next to the door and reaches for a coil of rope.