Parable

Told she was

blackberries,

the girl ate

herself up.

Thought she was being

stalked, she grew

proactive in her vigilance—

tracked

her neighbor, his

every move.

Although she never

met the wolf, she stopped

going to the forest. Became something

of a homebody. Picked up

baking, put on a few pounds.

She felt sturdier that way.

It’s important

to take up space.