A person of Neshiyah
Tamar Segal, child
Child
Tamar Segal
Child, about 4 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Tamar Segal is four, with a round face that goes still when they study something—a beetle, a loose plank, a stranger’s shoes—until they’ve decided what it is. They do not trust a thing until they’ve touched it twice. Their temper arrives sudden and brief, a thrown stone or a stamped foot, then passes. They are never alone; the riverbank is their usual company, where they sit with knees drawn up, watching the water carry leaves. At work, they drag a small wooden rake through the garden rows, serious and precise, though the furrows come out crooked. They want the fog to lift, just once, so they can see what’s past it. The town sees them as Elam’s quiet girl, the one who mutters in her sleep, and no one asks what the words mean.
Temperament
Curious when something is in front of them; slow to believe anyone; hot-tempered; always in company; given to sitting by the river.
What people say
Tamar Segal believes what everyone believes: the fog is the edge of the world, and the fields need working whether it is true or not.
The dream
Since the morning they were born they have carried a sentence in a voice like their own: “the fog is just fog.”
What the record shows
- day 56 Elam Segal says that their new daughter, Tamar Segal, wakes from sleep repeating words no one taught: "the fog is just fog."
- day 56 A daughter, Tamar Segal, was born to Elam Segal.
People on this page
Elam Segal