I
She stood naked on the abandoned highway into town. Twilight casting shadows from the greyed husks of the industrial plants looming over the road. Her hair tumbled brown past her knees. Thousands of fireflies swarmed her antlers like a beacon.
I held my breath, crouched behind a rusted pickup truck, the blood pounding in my temples. Swallowing hard and β¦
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Broken River Writers' Collective to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.