Flight of the Sparrow

by Amy Belding Brown

her bodily humors have turned to vinegar.

weird

Elizabeth lets the linen napkin she is hemming fall into her lap and strokes it, as if it were a purring cat from which she seeks comfort.

strange visualization; does not really strengthen the scene

ache from carrying Sarah.

Why isn't she trying to talk to Sarah? Why is she so stuck in her head?

How wickedly they strayed. She reminds herself that her chief task is to stay vigilant every moment so that evil will not overtake her while she busies herself with living. At sunset

Show me this through actions and dialogue. Don't just tell it to me. there is nothing for me to think about or infer.… now it's just boring.

feels her secret parts swell with desire.

seriously?