A shadow-hued hunter creeps through the bushes in the back garden. Later, she’ll bring me a bird or mouse, a testament to her skill that I’ll have to dispose of – but these are gifts of love, and I cannot refuse them, or feel anything but gratitude.

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Alastair Millar is an archaeologist by training and a translator by trade. Married with two adult children, he lives north of Prague, Czech Republic, where he enjoys good books, bad puns, coffee and travelling. His social media links and previously published short fiction can be found at https://linktr.ee/alastairmillar