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- Author: Nora Shalaway Carpenter
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Viv
VIV DIDN’T NOTICE ANYTHING UNUSUAL ABOUT THE TREE
stand. Not at first.
The wind blew an early November chill through her body, and she
wished for a moment she’d brought a jacket. She hadn’t planned on staying
up in the stand so long.
Sighing, she pushed herself up from the knotted pine floorboards and
rubbed the goosebumps beneath the sleeves of her Twisted Pines High
School sweatshirt. The chill was nothing, really. All those motionless hours
spent here with Aunt Elle every winter had lessened her skin’s sensitivity to
anything but the roughest cold. Still, this was the first icy wind of the
season, and the first one, as Elle had always reminded her, bit the deepest.
Viv’s eyes flicked to the bench on the left side of the stand, half
expecting to find Elle in her usual spot, but there was only a leaf. The wind
swelled, and the leaf skidded across the empty bench before sliding back
down to the browning earth.
“Enough,” Viv told herself. For the first time since arriving some hours
before, she grabbed her compound bow from where it leaned in the corner
and nocked an arrow. Although deer season was in full swing and she
supplied several families’ venison stores, she hadn’t come to the forest to
hunt. Today, as she’d done so often for the past several months, she’d come
only for Elle. Even so, she should at least practice.
Viv pulled an arrow back, letting the tip of her nose brush the bowstring
as she sighted.
Let your body steady.
Slowly, she moved her index finger to the trigger, eyes locked on the
poplar tree thirty yards away.
Trust yourself.
She heard the words so plainly in her mind—it was almost like Elle was
there beside her again.
Viv pulled the trigger. There was a soft whoosh, and then the arrow was
buried in the target, probably four inches deep in the center. Viv smiled.
She hadn’t thought it would feel this way, that first time she had visited
the stand after the funeral three months ago. She’d thought the space would
seem vacant. And it did, in the obvious way, but it also felt the opposite.
Elle’s steadiness lingered, her energy as tangible in the stand as the boards
and nails.
It had shocked Viv at first—the energy—because she thought she’d rid
herself of that ability long ago. But somehow Elle had disarmed her, and
since it was Elle, Viv didn’t mind as much.
Once Viv discovered Elle’s energy, the realness of it and the comforting
way it wrapped around her shoulders like a hug, she’d started visiting the
stand regularly. Not to hunt—the season hadn’t started when she’d first
come back here. She went solely to feel better. To feel that she was okay,
just as she was. She nocked a second arrow. These days, she needed that
feeling more than she cared to admit.
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