“Are we in the forest, Mammy?” she said.
“Why yes, we are, love.”
“Aren’t there wolves in the forest?” she said.
“None so fierce as the one we left behind, pet.”
“Can I hold your hand, though, Mammy?” she said.
“Of course you can, sweetie.”
“Are we lost?” she said.
“Not lost enough, my dear.”
“Should I leave a trail so we can find our way home?” she said.
“Best not, darling, for we don’t want home to find us.”
This piece first appeared in The Centifictionist Vol. 3, Issue 2, Fall/Winter 2022
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