Stone Circle They are trying to do the unimaginable

Anxiety roars out from her pelt of ash and trickles down into a ticking tail. One rabbit was not enough to negate a lifetime of depravity. Still as he sleeps in her line of vision, from where she perches atop the felled roots of an old elm, that is who he is to her. But for his willingness, and for Gunnar; she will try.

She will not go easy on him. It is almost a test, and it begins early, before sunrise, nearly before first light.

He stirs. She plummets down into the earth at his nose. “Let’s begin.”