My death starts and ends with a searing circle of pain.
The hunter sighted me long before my senses oriented me to where she hid. Her form was a mystery to me as there were too many smells, too many new sights in the forest for me to focus on. We had chosen this clearing to guard the chest through the night, thinking…
I don’t remember the night I fell pregnant, at least in any firm way. Memory has allowed me some vague impressions of the haze and heat of the nightclub, but mostly I remember how my heart’s drumming was in time with the music. I let my body flow and melt into the drunken, whirling rhythm. In that …..
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