purest prose "Bow"
“I can't believe you hunt, Dar.”
Daria looked up at Rob as she finished packing her bow and arrows for the weekend. “I have since I was a little girl, Rob. It's far more common than you realise. Especially in a state like Michigan where there are as many deer as people."
"I still can't believe you can do it."
Daria laughed and kissed Rob's cheek. "If I hadn't started as a little girl, I probably wouldn't. But I used to hunt with my grandpa. It's my connection to him, the last one."
Daria looked up at Rob as she finished packing her bow and arrows for the weekend. “I have since I was a little girl, Rob. It's far more common than you realise. Especially in a state like Michigan where there are as many deer as people."
"I still can't believe you can do it."
Daria laughed and kissed Rob's cheek. "If I hadn't started as a little girl, I probably wouldn't. But I used to hunt with my grandpa. It's my connection to him, the last one."