Seed

by Ania Ahlborn

“We’re Southerners.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” “It means we were born here, we live here, and we die here.”

Her despair twisted his heart into a knot, pulling so tight that his heartstrings creaked.

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You think you gotta go chase fate? Fate is chasin’ you, chief. But you know that, right? Better than any old body.”