Fiction | Short Story

Mother’s Wolves

My mind drifted to the almost-lycanthropic being I’d imagined her becoming, half wolf, half researcher, neither coming back to me, dead or alive.

Professor Folger, I presume

Just look under the cap.

I met him on Tinder

Oh, that’s tragic, can I help? I can set up some trail cams around here . . .


A few more hours