Reblogged from Wallie’s Wentletrap:
The Arrow and its Mark
She leaned on her elbows. It was a warm bright day with a cool wind ghosting the tops of the trees.
The water was blue under the sky. For a long time Kat watched, seeing the shapes of minnows like vague small shadows below. But then she saw it. It was a silver flash, sudden as direct sunlight. It was visible only for a moment, a long gleaming tail following a vague human shape.
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