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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4118 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention A Comfort of Swans Lisa Janice Cohen What if she had simply let her changeling be? Even if she knew no word for cygnet, how could she have been so blind? She had raised hatchlings before. Surely she knew this one was different. The odd duck. Less than duck. An abnormal duck. Something wrong with that duck. She could have defended him. Seen the eldritch beauty in his sleek neck, his white plumage, marvelled at the elegant wingspan. Years later, after the winters alone evading the hunter's arrow, even after the shock of recognition, and after he found his mate, the shame lingers. Whenever he flies, he averts his gaze from the marshlands below. |
