Judith Gap 4

2 Feb

A shiver made the little patch of trees shake, though there was no wind. Edda looked up from her bloody squirrel and sniffed the air. Well, well, well. We’re all coming home for the holidays, aren’t we? Squirrel forgotten, Edda plunged a hand deep in her pocket and rummaged around until her palm closed around the sharp edges of a small, iron star, the kind you never touched with bare hands. But she looked down at it and pricked all five of her fingers on the sharp corners. Three fields away, something stirred in the ground and opened ancient eyes.

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