I don’t know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.
Here’s my final for the Ladies of Literature zine project, organized by the wonderful Arielle Jovellanos. I chose Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - the author of Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus at age 19.
Mary was the daughter of Mary Wollstonecraft, prominent feminist, and William Godwin, prominent anarchist. Quite a bit of those influences manifest in her works and letters, as she obsessively studied the works of both of her parents throughout her life.