Midnight
an excerpt

Brilliant stars glistened above in the minutes before midnight. The rain and wind from earlier that day had left. The small gathering of people stood in a circle facing away from each other as the cloaked priestess walked clockwise reciting an age old chant past down from her ancestors.

They were told last month that the last radiation treatment was not a cure but for comfort and quality of life. That’s what this treatment was, quality of life