Flash Fiction: Breath and Blood (99 words)

Ave must have known the constant motion of a heartbeat since infancy, all the pieces of that knotted muscle refusing to drop into stillness. She must have known the race of her own blood, felt it tumble, twist, and turn, without ever sinking to sit, stay, or stop. She must have known how her lungs refused to rest, empty or full, but continually pushed and pulled.

All those things that babes felt and feared and figured in the raw air, she must have understood – that these bodies they’d been granted were meant to move – and she ran.


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