Someone You Can Build a Nest In

by John Wiswell

Listening to all their words was exhausting. They were so noisy for professional killers. Any self-respecting hunters would’ve used the element of surprise.

Shesheshen did not understand this woman. But she did get the sense that explaining that would not help her cause. Instead she said, “I am bad at talking to people. I should have thanked you. Sooner than now.”

“Have you been eating people behind my back this whole time?” Shesheshen said, “Not many. I ate the bandits that attacked us. I think we both agree we did not like them.”