Nesting Doll

 

Things at the cottage changed after her mother went missing.

Truda stayed there, by the fire, while her father followed her mother's footprints toward the woods. He was gone for the night and she was too terrified to sleep, not even the scriptures bringing comfort.

On the second day he returned carrying Meredith in his arms.

“ Cover your mother's nakedness, “ he said, exhausted,  Truda at the ready with a blanket.

At dusk, as her mother slept, Truda saw the Jackalope, the horned one, scurry across the yard. She told her father, but he angrily dismissed her as having a madness, like her mother. Never had he spoken to her like that. For the first time she had a hateful thought toward him.





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