Staring into the flickering orange flames, she tried to comprehend what had happened. Trish, her best friend and only confidant, had called the city guard. For Aira’s own good, she had said. As if being imprisoned and beaten until she resembled what her city thought a woman should be would benefit her in the slightest.
Aira ran. She ran as fast as she could, her breath coming in bursts as she tried to direct enough air into her lungs. It would not be enough. Despite her long legs, they were coming for her, and they would catch her.
Sandwiched between pumpernickel on rye, she’d found her prize. The beautiful meat, cheese, and pickle, all squashed between the fluffy brown bread, called to her. She felt her mouth fill with saliva as she envisioned biting into that wonderful sandwich. How could something so simple evoke such a visceral response in her? Slowly, she reached... Continue Reading →