The door took a long time to be opened. I could hear the click and clank and clunk of each deadbolt on the other side. One by one, they released.
The knife was efficient; serrated on both sides. She liked the way it felt in her hand.
Alice is leaving tonight.
Don’t worry. I’m a Hunter. A Protector. I know what I’m doing.
The doctor’s soft voice tried to reach her, but she found it impossible to draw her attention completely away from the tree.
I settle into the soggy grass beneath me; above her.
They avoid looking at us, the lines of people being forced out of our homes. Being sent away as the result of a cowardice bill that masquerades as environmental policy.
“What was that?” Beth whispered into the hollow dark.
It has been eight years since the interregnum began.
She straps down my arms at my sides. My hands would hang limp if I’d let them.