Bat Eater and Other Names for Cora Zeng

by Kylie Lee Baker

You can only scrape so much out of a person in one day.

It’s no longer the faceless entity of her nightmares. It’s been defanged, as her therapist would say, because the not knowing and guessing is always worse than the knowing.

She drifted around life like she was riding a pool float, bumping into obstacles that gently nudged her to a new path but never overturned her into the water.