The Woman Wears a Wolf

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By Marissa Hoffmann

He insisted on listening to her pitch in his hot tub. He’s an apex predator. Before she sliced his warm belly open he said “I will kill you, don’t think I can’t.” The weight of him draped around her shoulders is familiar but what’s new and fresh and hot is the rivulet of blood that draws a line down her naked spine, over her buttocks, along the inside of her thigh and pools under the arches of her feet. She did say no, and when he was on top of her she said, “I don’t want to do this.”

The author writes because “there’s so much to say.” Her work has been short-listed at Bath Flash Fiction Award and variously long-listed. She has words at Bending Genres and forthcoming at Milk Candy Review.

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