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A Little Bird Told Me

by

Sam Knight

Story Copyright ©2016 Sam Knight

Cover Art Copyright ©2018 Sam Knight

Author Bio Photo by Laren Lang

Electronic Edition Formatting, Layout, and Cover Design by

Knight Writing Press

KnightWritingPress@gmail.com

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Publishing History:

The Story of the Month Club, May 2016

Woe and Wonder: 2016 Story of the Month Club Anthology, January 2017

Knight Writing Press on Medium (Website), February 2018, and elsewhere as e-book June 2018

Published by

Knight Writing Press, an imprint of

Knight Writing LLC

Parker, CO 80134

knightwritingpress@gmail.com

A Little Bird Told Me

Andare looked up to the two moons in the night sky and tried to find the strength to resist the compulsion pulling at her soul. Behind her, the tribe’s campfire burned brightly, holding back the fears of the night, keeping her people feeling safe in their tents. Alone, she walked into the night. There was little out in the darkness to frighten her, even here at a new campsite. She knew all true terrors come from other people.

Concern about one of those terrors, being judged, nagged at her now. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching her. In the moonlight, she could see well enough to reassure herself she had not been