“Take the gun. Better to have it and not need it…”
She shook her head no, as she sharpened her knife and slipped it back into her pocket. “You know I detest violence, but a girl does have to defend herself.”
“Well, until something drastic happens in this world to change things, it is never safe out there. Especially alone. Especially at night. Especially if you are a woman.”
“Exactly right. I’ll call you when I get there so you can stop worrying.”
“I’ll never stop worrying cause you, my love, were born a girl.”
A magical, beautiful short story by the fabulous Gigi!
She grew up, playing in the forest. She knew all the animals, and often slept surrounded by rabbits, squirrels, and birds. The forest was beautiful during the sunny days of spring and summer. Cooler during blustery fall. When cold winter stopped by, she curled up in tree trunks and pressed against larger animals to stay warm, sleeping on and off, until the days grew longer and warmer. She trilled with birds and nukked, nukked to stags. She was happy. The stream was cold and clean, the berries abundant. She ate what the animals did, only getting sick, every now and then.
She danced and climbed trees, until she grew much older and stayed longer on the ground, until she rarely slept in the branches, any longer. She tended the wounded, and buried the dead. She was one with nature. She never saw another animal who looked the way she did. …
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He was the kinda hare that made all the bunnies blush.
The pollen counts are dangerously high.
Holding on to
One dream one
Promise to be
Exempt from despair
why is it always
too much or just not enough
where is the balance
winter’s perfect scene
snow falls on an evergreen-
broken and weary
seeking eternal slumber
she curled beneath it’s canopy
the winter tree laid down it’s leaves
blanketing her in serendipity