Etched Onyx Magazine - Winter 2020
Just stories. Available for reading, or listening.
Settle in, and enjoy.
I glanced down at her name tag.
I remember repeating it over and over again in my head that first time we met.
Uh-Nat. I liked the sound of it.
“Warrior goddess,” she whispered.
It took me a second and a fraction of another to realize she was talking to me, but I had no idea why she’d just said those two words. We were sitting next to each other in a group therapy session at Coldwater Sanitarium, where sappy motivational posters and framed Thomas Kinkade prints fought to disguise what