Perhaps somewhere in Chauvet-Pont-d’Arc Cave
Leave a commentOctober 1, 2023 by The Citron Review
by Donna Shanley
My hand condemned her. I made the strokes proudly. On the wall, she lived. I smeared red paste across my palm and fingers, pressed them hard against the rock. “I made this!” Only when the hunters left, jubilant, did I understand that in making her I had killed her. Weeping, I outraced them and found her. Wobbly-legged. Sweet-eyed. Motherless. “Run!” I whispered, and we ran to begin a story with more words than stars in the sky. You of now, stand before my hand and beg “tell it.” Listen down the breathing years. I will answer: hunter, herder, farmer, beloved…
Donna Shanley lives and writes in Vancouver, British Columbia. From her window she can see mountains, and sometimes, a half-inch of ocean. Her flash and micro-fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Vestal Review, Ellipsis Zine, Flash Frontier, Milk Candy Review, The Ekphrastic Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, and Mom Egg Review.