We’ll Go Where No One Can Find Us

A short story about cults, abuse, and the depth of a mother’s love

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The mother dreams of words. Vowels strut in her sleep. Homonyms get jacked up on methamphetamines. Everyone’s punching the letter Q in the face because that smug fucker deserves it. One day she wakes, in terror, and traces on her arm the word “leave.” Say the…