Diavola

by Jennifer Marie Thorne

Anna realized she didn’t trust anything in this house. Not even the walls. Definitely not the people.

It seemed to Anna that the concept of “vacation” was antithetical to the concept of “family.” Vacation required vacancy. The abandonment of all scraps of everyday life.

Control was antithetical to life. To be alive is to be battered about. To endure and adapt and keep stumbling onward despite it all.

I’m not a lost lamb. I’m a black sheep. These are two very different things.”