The Story of Eve

Alone in the wilderness…

Read After Burnout

An extract:

When I was young, and without my mother, there was a time that I heard that howl. I had been foraging in the hinterlands, picking from sea and shore. At that time, such activity was the most efficient way of feeding myself. It was relatively safe as well. If I kept close to the shore, I had an escape from anything that could spring fromthe trees. Keeping close to the trees meant that I was away from the creatures that swam in the shallows.

I had caught a fish. It wasn’t a large one, closer to shore they were smaller, but it was one that promised more than one meal. I had placed my trap out only a few feet from the sandy beach and it had worked.

Approaching dusk, I had returned to check my work. All but the last trap was empty. My disappointment had mounted…

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