There must be an end. Right? I loved seeing my granddaughter, but it feels like I’m on the end of an exhaustion hunt – the antelope getting run down by hunters who will not let it rest, but keep forcing it to run and run and run, until it collapses or gives up.

Target: 500 words
Written: 234 words, novella: The Mungk

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