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January 22, 2007

Tanya: Untitled

We were walking in the forest, so close to home. It had just snowed, but it was almost spring. She tore out a clump of fragile green grass, savoring the smell and freshness.

She sensed them before I did, and told me to run. I never heard their noises; I just ran, fearing the tone of her voice. Banks of snow, frozen branches and trees rushed past me, and I didn’t stop until I’d nearly collapsed. That’s when I noticed she wasn’t behind me.

They killed my mother, Faline. We can’t go nearer to the men. They’ll kill us too.

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Comments

Love it!

Posted by: kasac at January 22, 2007 4:43 PM · Permalink

Great story! And Bambis are yummy!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at January 22, 2007 7:34 PM · Permalink