The Other One
She didn’t know what to do and often never did. The night creatures were stirring, crickets chirped, owls hooted, raccoons rooted through trash heaps, and foxes raided chicken coops. She was scared. The fear gripped her like a living thing; she could feel the icy fingers of terror on her shoulders. What she was about to do was wrong. She knew it to her very marrow, but it had to be done. The Other One had given her instructions and she knew she must obey. The battlefield was