When I was seven, I was accidentally poisoned when our housekeeper left cleaning fluid in a drinking cup on the counter. I was in the hospital for a week and shared a room with another little girl who was there for a chronic stomach ailment. She spooked me. She convinced me that we were both left there by our parents to die. We used to get up in the middle of the night and go to the window, looking up at the sky and the stars and pray. At some point I was released but I think she never left. "Prey" was published in Friday Flash Fiction, September, 2022
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