I Remember
by Lara S. Williams
I remember the first time I watched my dad kill a lamb. He was in the tractor shed, behind the moulding log pile. There were sheets and paper on the ground and the lamb brayed from a tether in the corner. He took it behind the ear and dragged it close. A knife, smaller than I thought it should be, flashed once and the lamb screamed like a child. Its blood hit his shins and shoes and steamed in the air though the day wasn’t cold. When he saw me in the doorway I thought he’d be angry but he motioned me in. Took my hands and put them to the cut throat. It was like touching fresh mango.
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Lara S. Williams is a British/Australian writer whose work has been published in Cordite Poetry Review , Antipodes , and Mascara Literary Review among others. She is editor of the travel journal The Great Affairs and is currently undertaking her creative writing masters at the University of Edinburgh.