Writing :: It’s getting a little mythical

When the two finally met again, they shared their stories. And then, shyly, Woman led Man to the part of the riverbank where she had tried to make a baby. She showed him the crumbled mud shapes, the bundled roots, the animal pelts sewn into human shapes. Man told Woman about the fawn he’d tried to raise, and a baby he’d carved out of wood.

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Categories: ProseNaNoWriMo 2006

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