I hold him up at arm’s length, an offering to the gods, a tribute. He gurgles and squeals, wriggling in my arms. The sun kisses, then stings us. Beneath, his shadow wriggles along with him. I shudder, without a dark echo. That was the price for our freedom. Image credit: Photo by Riccardo Farinazzo on Unsplash
Asha is published in various places including Modern Loss, PANK, It Starts With Hope, SheKnows, Dead Housekeeping, and YeahWrite. You can find examples of her writing at the links below.
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