This was her first archery contest after hacking her fiancé’s Snapchat.
I’m ready,” she said. “I’d like him to hold the target, please?”
***
He lowered the telephone handset just as a voice answered.
His wife was still gurgling with life.
He didn’t want help to arrive too soon.
***
From the ground, he could see the graveyard was alive.
Birds.
Rodents.
Insects.
All examples of life.
He no longer could be considered one.
***
There were more stars in the sky, twilight lingered, and the wind swirled in a peculiar way.
But wheat grew, and that’s what mattered.
***
The pale visitors struggled more each day, and Samoset suspected Squanto knew their unusual tongue.
But did he want to help?
Perhaps not.
A Visit to the Idea Factory 