Maggie's Grave

by David Sodergren

Bind her wrists and ankles and throw her in the river. If she floats, she’s a witch. If she drowns…she’s innocent.

There was only so much you could say to the same people every day before staleness set in.

Sometimes people outgrow each other. There’s nothing to be done about it. Shit happens.

She had never wanted to be a mother. Why would she want to bring another miserable life into the world…into Auchenmullan?

It struck her that modern life was people talking, talking, talking, and no one really listening. She was as guilty of it as anyone.

Is false hope better than no hope?