Filed under: short fiction
I just realized that I never posted excerpts of my latest. This is from “Ondine’s Curse.”
She knew the signs of drowning; she’d seen it many times. Mouth below the water line, arms pressing the body up out of the water for a breath. He didn’t cry out for help, but they never did. Breathing took precedence. He didn’t kick, didn’t thrash. He didn’t have the energy to waste.
She always felt sorry for mortals. So vulnerable, especially in the water. The poor things just couldn’t manage.