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Sylph Surfer
by Nina D’Arcangela

Peaceful, so it seems, a glade shrouded in haze of night; sitting calmly in gentle gloam, it awaits morning’s thrust. A subtle whisper ‘twixt tree and limb, all sway to and fro; moonlight settles upon thinnest branch, it bends most subservient bough. My siblings and I, we glide on currents lift, licking droplets from the air. The game afoot, as it always is, when wind is true and fair. Below I spy the first; tired, wet and cold. He drags a yelping mutt behind, leaving visage now rutted bold. Fleet as the others be, I am that much quicker, I descend within the darkness, strike the boy — we tumble a mad twister. Pain clouds his eyes as he shakes his hooded head, by then far too late, for I have sunk my teeth; his pet already dead.

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Fiction © Copyright Nina D’Arcangela
Image Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose

More from Nina D’Arcangela:

Bent Metal

Where does reality end and dreamscape begin?

Woken each night by the sounds of screams and twisting metal, Lauren must relive the panic and fear of discovering her brother’s broken body on the asphalt. But each morning, she finds it’s only a dream… One she doesn’t want to keep having.

At what point does a dream become a nightmare, and a nightmare more than a figment of her subconscious?

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