Dingos Surrounded the Baby, but Something Older Watched From the Ridge

She Was Gone

Clara’s stomach dropped before her legs could react. She yanked the car door fully open. The car seat was empty, the strap dangling like a question no one wanted to answer. Her hands were already shaking as she called out, once, twice. Elsie’s name seemed to be swallowed by the vastness around her.

Then she noticed faint paw prints trailing from the wheel arch across the yard toward the low fencing. She kicked off her sandals and ran barefoot, the dry grass slicing her ankles. Thirty meters out, she saw it: the bent stalks, a shallow path disturbed by many feet, not just hers.

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