Alicia Atkins
speaker
1,217 appearances
6 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 10 Sep
Alicia Atkins’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Crows erupt from their hiding places among the branches, cawing as they take to the sky.
On the ground, the air is thick and earthy, the darkness eased only by slashes of heavenly light.
Already, Ada hears the padded footsteps of her assailant,
It has stalked her through the night.
She rubs at the shadows beneath her eyes, runs a finger and thumb over the locket hanging from a chain around her neck, and marches on.
The trees are old and gnarled.
They whisper of Ada's arrival, carry messages through the forest onto expectant, excitable ears.
This forest, so remote, with mountains cloaked in mist only faintly visible on the horizon…
is a living, breathing entity, and its life is given by the one who lives here, has always lived here.
Ada opens her satchel, takes out a slab of meat, and drops it on the floor.
She marches on.
Beneath her feet snake roots, though Ada's converse-covered feet glide over them as if carried by tiny wings.
She stops and bends down, runs her fingers through the dirt, breathes in its earthy taste.
She smiles, though a tear escapes her hazel eye, and thinks of her sister,
thinks of her sister hopping from root to root among the trees of the woods near their home, insisting only the left foot can land on a root, else they writhe to life and pull you underground.
Her sister lost to her, something Ada knows now for certain.
She rises, and a sharp wind throws back her thick hair, nicks at her skin like hailstones.
But she stands strong.
Nothing will deter her.
Not those padded footsteps slinking between the trees, nor the wet, guttural breaths of her hungry stalker.
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