Dead Ends

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Horses don't eat meat. They eat plants. They are herbivores. There is only one time that they eat meat. When a mare has given birth and the placenta is laying on the ground, the horse starts chewing. Nobody knows for sure why it does so, but just like everything else, there are theories. Some have the opinion that the mare's behaviour can be explained pretty simply: the mare needs the vitamins that exists in the placenta. That the animal, after pregnancy and a rough birth desperately needs the energy stock in the placenta. Other thinks that it has something to do with the mares needs to protect the foal, that predators can sniff out the blood and placenta after the birth. That it can sense that something defenceless, who is an easy prey.

Nobody knows for sure.

They can both be true. How should we ever reveal the truth?

It's correct that there is a lot of sustenance in the placenta. It is also a fact that predators can track the meat, the defenceless, innocent, the easy prey. That's the reason I'm here.

The lake is glossy, dark, still and not particularly big. The wind is blowing in the trees, shaking the last leaves of off the branches. The wind is rising. Everyone with a consciousness realises that it is time to seeking shelter. It's not going to storm, maybe it isn't even going to rain.

It is going to be far worse.

Despite the winds ongoing presence, it doesn't seem to have an impact on the lake. The lakewater doesn't grow unease. The surface continues being blank. No matter what an object looking like a tree trunk towards the bank. The wood is smooth and light. It is wobbling a little on its way into the bay, but other than that it seems motionless. Slowly it hits the bank, the last wave pushes it into place in front of my feet.

My palms don't start to sweat, my pulse doesn't rise. I have seen a body before. With the tip of my boot, I turn the woman around. Her skin is pale, her hair is black. It could be a dark brown shade but it's hard to see when it's wet. She is naked and her bones are visible in an unhealthy way under her paper thin skin. The eyeballs are sunken down into the cranium.

She is dead.

She is neither strangulated, drowned, shot, stabbed, hung or chewed in. After a deep breath near her mouth, I can establish that she wasn't poisoned either. It seems unlikely that she should have died naturally naked in a lake in the middle of a forest.

She is just someone who's light has been blown out, of something beyond her comprehension. It is probably not even her one fault. She is just someone who's role has been played. Some, like her, dies on page nineteen, others survive till the very last line. That's how it is. Ones roll can be short bur meaningful, just like it can be long and unnecessary.

That she died like this, with no trace, tells me that The Creating has had a hand in it. She is special and compelling because she in a short period of time has related to The Creating. It oozes of The Creating, she oozes of The Creating. Happiness. Innocent. Light.

A growing need for The Creating's attention is filling me. I can't help myself from speculating; something must be wrong. The Creating would never leave something like her. No, lose ends. There must have happened a mistake. If she is to be discovered it would create problems, questions and speculations.

Immediately am I standing on four paws. Those animals who haven't found shelter, because they were overly brave or foolhardy, flutters home. Those who already is in their nest, shake oneself closer together. It is my partly white fur who stands out. I am easy to spot, in the autumns greyish brown colours. But I can help. The Creating would want her gone, I can do it. I'm parting my leather-like lips in a yawn and pull them op, over my teeth so they are on full display. They are white, huge, sharp. As soon as the touch her skin, a sleepy warmth floats from me to her. Like it has been in hibernation and first got now that it should take itself a little together. Even though she has slopped around in the lake, her blood is still warm. 

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The first chapter. What do you think about it?

This is my first english book and i would really appreciate some feedback. Have an amazing day!

--- Emily Honey ---