Fiction | Short Story


I’ll shed those onerous memories and transform into an animal unconstrained by terrible burdens. I’ll lead a life without guilt.

“You’re the only one I can talk to,” he’d rumble in his sexy bass. “No way I can do this with the mother of my calf. She stands with her trunk erect when I’m grazing, blasting me if I don’t reach for the tallest branches.”


She’s a little uneven and slow, too. I nudge her along, but she says in her squeaky voice, “Please stay away from me.”