Around her, the bottles stood, mostly empty now. The days of wine and song were gone. The world had changed. She was alone now, the last of her species to survive the latest round up. She’d been too old to be of any service, the soldiers had said as they left her standing naked in the street. Letting her mind play out last night, when the tavern had been overfilled, overly loud, and over-the-top cheerful considering that they all knew it was their last night on earth. She’d spent the morning cleaning and righting each and every bottle, as if by doing so, she could keep the hope alive.