The Flag Has Been Raised
The flag appeared early one morning. No announcement. No ceremony. By the time most of the Village was awake, it was already there—raised high enough to be seen from almost anywhere. Black. Gold. Red. Green. At its center was the heart. People began to gather beneath it. Some recognized the symbol immediately. Others had seen it before but couldn't remember where. The children were mostly interested in who had managed to climb that high without anyone noticing. Then someone found the note. It...
