9 July, 1886 CE

Abyssinian Lowlands

Artemis lay her head on the heaving side of the elephant. The animal was a large female, eighteen or nineteen years old. The small watery eye searched frantically for the calf that had never been far from her side. The calf and the rest of the herd had fled.

2 July, 1937 CE

Pacific Ocean

This was like no cloud cover, fog or mist she’d ever flown through before. The needles of every gauge juttered, never settling in on a reading. She wondered how low they really were, wondered if the rush across her belly was a mirror response to the belly of the plane. It had happened before . . . the two bodies riveted together out of aluminum and human skin.

NEXT

What came next is this.

Asmeret stared at the card in her hand; curls of blonde hair escaping the helmet, intelligent blue-gray eyes full of questions. Eyes, she realized, that couldn’t see her, though they seemed to try. Asmeret looked from Athena to Hestia. Then to the wisp she understood was her grandmother, now an ancestor.

1949-1953 CE

Somewhere on the Coast of Eritrea

The little dog growled softly, backing away from the tracks. “Stick close to me,” Asmeret cautioned her, “I won’t let it get you.”

Asmeret squatted, laying her palm flat and spreading her fingers wide, trying to fill the print. The girl glanced around and sniffed at the air. The stink of the animal lingered. It was nearby.

TURN

And so we find our story at the turn of the wheel. A gate. A passing through place. Spinning toward the next way of being.

On this morning, Asmeret awoke to blood between her legs. More curious than frightened (she was no stranger to blood) she immediately remembered the initiation ceremonies.

RETURN

There was still breath in the little black dog when the hyena showed up. The snake that had taken the cur to the edge of its life had slipped into the grass, leaving no trace.