Short Story: Vulture Spirit

Whispers follow wherever she goes.

“Look there.”

“It’s the girl with the vulture spirit animal.”

“Don’t get too close. You don’t want to be the next victim.”

She wants to scoff. Vultures don’t kill. They go to that which is already dying or dead and clear the dead away to make space for new life. Those who matter understand, and those who don’t understand don’t matter.

She walks through the whispers with her head held high.



Genre: fantasy

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