Nano 3 – Name

Her name was whispered on the wind in the shh-shh of the trees as it passed by, carrying word of her birth. The wolves howled it across the plains, aroo-aroo, painting promise into her future. The mosquitoes hummed, nn-nn, learning of the new sacrifice. 

In the hospital, a little baby reached out and grabbed her father’s hand, that first intuitive motion to cling to life and safety. Her father cooed at her, whispering promises and sharing expectations, and she cooed back in excitement. The world was large and scary, but she was protected this night from everything that would come.