“The State of Nature,” by Camille Bordas
I like the way everyone’s fear of and preparations for the unthinkable—whether that’s societal collapse or rape—come together as a coherent theme. The revelation of the mother’s assault unfolds naturally, reasonably, though I couldn’t have predicted it. Perhaps that’s how all revelations should work in fiction.
Has anyone ever come running to the rescue at the sound of a rape whistle? Or been scared off by one? It does seem illogical.