Shoot Her

an Art of Dying fragment

In Swedish, the verb “skjuta” means both to “push” and to “shoot” — an unfortunate double-meaning, to which this story bears witness.

This story will also possibly explain why, when we were kids, my younger sister Lili-Ann did not uniformly look upon me with the kindest of eyes.

It all started with my mom asking me to keep an eye on her for an hour or two — Mom busy…

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Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write. Wolfstuff.com.

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Ulf Wolf

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Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write. Wolfstuff.com.

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