before i die; jenny downham
“There are plenty of trees, all different kinds, deciduous and evergreen. It’s so cold it must be Scotland. I walk about for a bit, touching the bark, greeting the leaves. I realized that I’m hungry, really, dangerously hungry. If a bear turns up, I’ll wrestle it to the ground and bite off its head. Maybe I should build a fire. I’ll lay traps and dig holes and the...