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EATMS//Story Reclamation Series 01

The Unwife’s Garden

by Eloise Yarvin

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Greeting fellow Spitters—today’s subversion comes from a file marked REDACTED and a woman they failed to train...

She found the garden behind a boundary fence marked "UNSAFE – NO ENTRY – EXPIRED TEST SITE."

It didn’t look like much: a tangle of wild basil, rusted trellises, poppies erupting through cracks in the concrete. But something in the air hummed with rebellion—like the plants had grown despite instruction, not because of it.

A woman stood there barefoot. Gray streaked her hair. Her apron was stained with roots. She didn't smile. She didn’t greet. She handed the girl a wooden trowel and said:

“This was my mother’s. It survived the repatriation. So did I.”

They didn’t talk much. But the silence wasn’t empty. It was full of things the ward had erased: names not on forms. Joy not scheduled. Touch not surveyed.

The woman didn’t ask if she was a wife. She didn’t care if she was obedient.

She only said this:

“The state called me barren. But everything I plant grows.”

They dug together until dusk. Weeds gave way to seed. Silence gave way to trust.

When the girl finally asked her name, the woman didn’t say it.

She sang it.

She walked out of the ward. We walk with her now.

The story lives where they tried to erase us.

“They exiled our goddesses. We brought them back in ink. Tip the heresy.”

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