The Gleam of an Update and a Short Story

I’ve been quiet lately because of my health. After several months of not feeling well, I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism (the ER doctor described it as being turned into a hummingbird) which is… not fun. But I’ll talk more about some of that later. Today I bring you a short story (since that’s what most of my updates seem to encompass more often than not) that I wrote while pregnant with my last child.

Warning: It’s a darker one. My apologies for that, but the mind can be a dark and terrible place when you’re busy bringing new life into the world.

So here is We Will Wander. I hope you enjoy it.dscn0480

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We Will Wander

Her hand shakes.

He tells himself he will remember that much, at least. The hesitation. It is what he fools himself into believing it is: a reluctance to finish the thing, even after she has brought him here, has bound him, forced him to his knees, broken his bones, left his blood to flow out into the gaps between the stones of the floor beneath him.

Her hand shakes.

Or perhaps it is fear. Has she killed before? A mother. She is a mother. No, she was a mother. And that is what frightens him more than anything, that simple change in tense. What she once had that is now lost. What she insists he bears some of the blame for taking from her.

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