Fires to Come

by Asha Lemmie

“You men are always talking about how the world is like it came out of the box this way,” she said irritably. “Like it’s set in stone and you can’t do a thing about it.”

She saw clearly now how a horse could grow to love its blinders. Maybe it was better not to have choices, not to have an open pasture to run in.

“You can have the right and still be wrong,”