All Good People Here

by Ashley Flowers

Scrawled in blood-red oversized letters read three horrific messages: Fuck Your Family…That Bitch Is Gone…This Is What You Get.

the Native American Wakarusa could be translated to “knee-deep in mud.” Both the old name and the new struck Margot as uncanny in their appropriateness. One evoked the killing of innocent girls, the other insinuated just how hard it was to leave. Though to Margot, the mud seemed more like quicksand. The more you fought it, the more it pulled you under. For years she thought she’d escaped, and now here she was, back again.

It’s not safe for you here.