The Hanging Game by Helen Marshall (best summer reads of all time txt) π
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Then one day, after the spring Barth bit into that she-bear and I had to knock him in the side with the hazelwand until he bled just to keep old Hangjaw happy, Travers called me up. Iβd just lost another, a little boy who I had already started trying out names for even though the doctor told me that was a godawful bad idea to do so. And Travers said to me, βOkay, Skye, I know we canβt talk about it, I know weβre not supposed to, but Iβm going to say anyway. You just keep going, okay, Skye? Youβre almost paid up.β
I didnβt have the heart to tell him that I couldnβt do it anymore, Iβd seen all of the little bodies that I could and all I could smell was bear piss. But I loved Travers, I always had, and I remembered what it was like to hold his hand out there by the tree. I remembered the hanging game.
And so that night, though he was tired of it too and his eyes were bright and shiny and he said he couldnβt face another stillbirth either, still, I kissed Barth on the mouth. Nine months later out came little Astrid, as clean and sweet smelling as any a little baby was.
So now Iβm cradling that body of hers close to mine, her little thatch of black hair fluffed up like a goose and the rest of her so tightly swaddled thereβs nothing but a squalling face. Iβm looking at her and I love this child of mine so much, more than I can rightly say. βShh,β Iβm saying to her. βItβs okay, itβs okay. Donβt be afraid now, girl.β
But I canβt stop thinking about that hill Dad left covered in bear bones that one summer way back when. Canβt stop thinking about the nine little bodies I had to bury in the dirt before this little child of mine came along. As Iβm holding her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her tucked tight against me, that thing which feels like the best thing in the world, Iβm also wondering if sheβll ever go out one fine afternoon to play the hanging game, and Iβm wondering about the things our parents leave us, the good and the bad, and whether a thing is ever truly over.
Copyright Β© 2013 by Helen Marshall
Art copyright Β© 2013 by Chris Buzelli
All rights reserved.
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e-ISBN 9781466839250
First eBook Edition: March 2013
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