A Bad Memory
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Readyv10 · sonnetOne Set of Footsteps
Two voices through the trees — but only one set of footsteps.
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I was fifteen years old. November. My cousin left me alone in the trench with the deer.
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The deer was still alive. The sounds it made weren't cries. Weren't breathing. Something in between.
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That's when I heard them — two voices. Getting closer. Bickering.
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I climbed the nearest tree and pressed myself against the trunk.
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She came around the bend — pale gray skin, completely barefoot, one shoulder lower than the other.
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A limp that looked permanent. Necessary. She walked straight to the deer without hesitating.
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Both voices were coming from one mouth. One deeper. The other flat. Obedient. Repeating.
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She dropped to her knees. I pressed both hands over my mouth. My legs shook so badly I thought the branch would move.
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When she stood to leave, she took the deer by a hoof — and the deeper voice spoke.
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'She doesn't like being watched while she eats.' A pause. 'I don't like being watched while I eat.'
She kept dragging. She never once looked up at the tree. She didn't need to — she'd known I was there the whole time.