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The Short Story Reader #113 - Wet, Dry, Bitter by Leah Ning

Previous | Next Guilt is a bitter pill to swallow. Normally, I’d write something flippant after this, say, “Not as bitter as acid, but still.” Only, I can’t, because Leah Ning’s haunting piece about guilt – and the inability to live with it – makes a persuasive case about just how acrimonious a taste this emotion leaves in one’s mouth. A powerful flash piece, entirely outside the boundaries of…

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I begin to worry for Liam. To wonder what happens to him after he sets the sharp parts of him about the soft parts of the prince. There are guards, after all, and they, too, have sharp things, weapons to wield that they'll never grow to love. I begin to teach Liam to escape. To mistrust humans the way prey mistrusts his shadow on the grass at dawn. The goshawk only blinks at me as if to say eh's known this all along, known it as well as I do. I smile and teach him anyway, because he must know that if he is to survive, he cannot return to me.

Murderbirds: Facts That Lead to My Choosing the Hawk, by Leah Ning