Erin A. Craig

No,” I agreed, and carried her over to the bed. “You can stay tonight. You’re safe here. Go back to sleep.”

battalion

t seemed inevitable when Elizabeth

w we stood in a small line, my seven sisters and I,

Which one of us would be next

va was sick, Octavia was notoriously accident-prone, even Elizabeth…Drawing a short breath, I dug my fingers into my skirt’s thick, scratchy black wool. She’d been so despondent after Octavia. We’d all felt the losses, but not as keenly as Elizabeth.

But no one was there when Eulalie died. No one saw it happen. Just the brutal aftermath.

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A real beauty. But…her hands…they were awfully funny, though. Not like…not like they were supposed to be.”

My place in the world was nebulous, a malleable concept only given definition by the space I occupied.

A traumatized mind can see an awful lot of things