By Tracy Binius
Anna stared at her younger self in the dresser mirror. She’d returned with the weapon in her right palm. As always, her quick fix. Her thumb stroked the spark wheel as she gathered courage to strike the flint. At first the child in her delighted at the wandering flame, but the child gave way to a bully who held it steady under her pinky to form a blister. Adult Anna had mastered this cruel and medieval medicine. She took angry pride in her skill, her guts to inflict wounds that obliterated other pain. After all, burns heal and scabs fall away.
strong ending – kept me thinking
I, too, really liked the ending. I like stories where the ending ties in but at the same time, offers up a different feel.
nice imagery and prose, and also, feels like an excerpt to a larger, historical piece.
LOL, loved it. Ate her leg. Poor pup! 🙂