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Still

by Jennifer Jones

The moon hangs full in the sky and illuminates the snowy scape below, a bluish glow, ethereal, dream-like. Lost Dog barks into the dark lonesome, hoping to scare up some light, and Mouse scurries across the forest floor, rustling and snapping sticks so our heart skips a beat. What was that? There. The moonlight glints on the body of an infant carried along the river’s surface like a silver minnow. And so it is, in this particular moment, in this particular fishing village, our story begins, taken until it can go no further.

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Jennifer Jones is an avid novelist and screenwriter, currently working on both in her free moments. She blogs here.