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Submitted to Contest #288
Unwanted Tony Bible It was late night when I heard the wagon arrive. Always at night. We were at home, our stuga, my daughter and I. The horses snorted, a squeaky hinged door shut, and the landing of feet crunched frost. Him again. I pulled my shawl closer ‘round my neck against the chill. At the hearth, I stirred porridge more quickly, wishing I was a witch, wishing to expel him, chastising myself at the same time with shame I couldn’t dispel, ever. Go away. It’d been more than thirteen moon cycles since his last visit. Harvest was o...
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