Ash Davidson

“Colleen watched Chub lead Rich across the room to where Enid, Eugene, and the kids took up a whole table. I should be in labor right now. I should be flat on my back in a hospital bed. No. Think of something else. She searched for a distraction—Daniel in the drugstore, going on about his research, the warmth in his eyes, the hint of possibility. More of his words came back to her. People think it’s just about trees, or it’s just about fish. By the time they realize it’s about them, it’s too late, you know? “We’ll see who wins this thing,” Marsha said. Colleen looked at her, then down at the three blue paper tickets in her own hand.”
― Ash Davidson, Damnation Spring