WISHBONE

WISHBONE

WISHBONE

Rachael felt lightheaded, working quickly with one free arm; the other still balancing her confused and curious 18 month old. Using her daughter as bait, she knew she would have only seconds before the baby began to wail. She turned away and rushed for the coop door. She pressed her back up against the wall hiding just beside it. The baby whimpered as Rachael created distance between them. The whimper became a whine, and then an explosive cry.

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