Issue #20 (2011) PDF - myweb - Long Island University

to the stables. I called her name and heard it come back at me in the wind. My breath caught in my
lungs and I stopped there in the threshold. The animals were stampin‘ and cryin‘ out to me, as I ran
past them, down the line of rattlin‘ boards, toward the slaughterhouse. I fell over somethin‘ in the
dark and felt my face fall into thick wetness on sharp hay that stabbed at me. When I opened my
eyes, there she was at my feet. A shard of moonlight was comin‘ through the wall, right there across
her cheek, on her half moon scar and her eye was lookin‘ at me.
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