Debra Kaufman: I Followed Him into the Woods

    I Followed Him into the Woods He had a long stride and what Grandma, frowning, would have called exuberance. Something about him made bees fly up from underground and sting me three times. Run! he said, and he did, as venom flowed through my veins. He stopped some fifty yards ahead and knelt […]

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