Verdigris Ravine Three snakes are beginning to nest in your voicebox.

He didn’t specify how many, though Towhee noted the plural. Do any of them know how to fish? she asked him, though only in her own head. Wearily, she shifted her weight slightly onto her left elbow, also noting that he hadn’t offered his own name in return.

She met his question with a variation of a thousand yard stare before saying, It was a miscarriage. I think. I thought I’d already… Towhee trailed off then shook her head. Maybe that’s what caused an infection, anyway. I think I’m clearing that now. She tacked on a sighed, I hope.