On Tenterhooks

Her heart began to pulsate. She knew what she'd have to do, but could she do it? She had stretched animal skin across wood planks and clip them onto tenterhooks, but she never skinned one, let alone killed one.

My Tangerine Girl

She had tangerine hair. Thick and tangled like an unkempt bush. Every spring after the snow had melted, we hurled ourselves into the backwoods, and like wild boars, we charged.

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