Artemis the Midwife: An Everyday Goddess Short Story: Everyday Goddess Stories

By R.S. Kellogg

When a group of three friends plans to camp together, and only one of them shows up, she faces sudden bad weather at a remote camping ground, alone with her children.

     Artistic Bethany likes the outdoors in general, but not when she gets stood up, and not when the clouds threaten an unexpected thunderstorm.

     Between wrangling the kids alone and caring for their safety, Bethany faces a tense night.

     She hopes for a little luck.

 

     If you love female fiction with a touch of goddess magic, buy "Artemis the Midwife" today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.S. Kellogg
• Release date: Sep 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201386023

R.S. Kellogg

 R.S. Kellogg writes in the fantasy Breadcove Bay series, as well as exploring other story worlds and non-fiction topics.

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Artemis the Midwife: An Everyday Goddess Short Story

Everyday Goddess Stories

R.S. Kellogg

Published by R.S. Kellogg, 2021.

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Artemis the Midwife

by R.S. Kellogg

Above the hills beyond the campsite, a storm was brewing, with a distant low rumble that was less distant than the previous rumble.

The clouds had been rolling in as Bethany’s family had finished their chili and cornbread, coming great and gray and tall.

On the campground where Bethany and her children had eaten, the ground was dry and smelled of dust. The grass was tall and yellow.

(If Bethany had tried to paint an image of it—if she had still been doing painting—she would have used a sponge to do the clouds, and etched lines into the grass to make the tall blades stand out.)

There hadn’t been rain here for quite some time now.

But that seemed about to change.

The air prickled with the expectancy of rain, and the wind picked up, teasing the branches of the trees on the hill and the flatlands of the camping ground.

Bethany sat on a bumpy, uncomfortable large rock, with her arms heavy against her legs and her head drooped forward in a posture of exhaustion, almost of defeat. She stayed there for a good solid few beats, rallying her strength.

It had been a long day, and it was clear that they were facing an even longer night.

They’d left Bethany’s partner, Spencer, at home for what he viewed as a long-deserved quite weekend alone.

Bethany was typically happy camping with the kids on her own. And besides, they hadn’t planned to be entirely alone: two friends of hers had also agreed to come meet them and bring their own kids.

Currently, Bethany was fighting off frustration that neither of the