They Are the Hunters

by Faith Gardner

History may not repeat itself, but it often rhymes. —Mark Twain, or so they say

She has an air about her like she shares a secret with the universe, her hazel eyes dancing with something akin to mockery.

As usual, her feelings all bleed into each other and don’t make any sense.

Here’s the secret they never tell you about getting everything you want: once you get it, you live in fear you’re going to lose it.