What Lies in the Woods

by Kate Alice Marshall

There is a wilderness in little girls. We could not contain it. It made magic of the rain and a temple of the forest.

We tried to forget. We didn’t tell the story. Not the real one. Not ever.

But the truth was, I hadn’t seen him that day. I hadn’t seen anything at all.

loam. We knew the world was cruel and dirty and dull, and it was all so brutally unfair that we refused to accept it. There was magic in the world. We only had to find it.