ھەمبەھىرلەنگەن ئاۋاز

“We need something that keeps distance,” she said. Jessie looked at the stick. “…A bow.” Sarah nodded. “Something like that.” Not excitement. Just certainty. The next morning, they started. Jessie found a strong branch. Sarah stripped vines. They worked slowly, fixing mistakes as they went. Together. It wasn’t perfect—but it began to form.