The God of the Woods

by Liz Moore

time is a human construct, that it can slow or accelerate in the presence of emotion, of chemicals in the blood.

She is not a habitual liar, but she is a practical one.

She had accepted, grateful to have something about her life decided, uncertain what else she would do.

For knowing too much, rather than too little. For a woman, neither was an acceptable way to be.

When one’s parents or grandparents have already quested and conquered, what is there for subsequent generations to do?”