The sky pours a torrential flood. The air cackles with the smell of ozone. Spirits dance and curse over distant pagodas on rows of lone mountain peaks, scales of a great dragon. She follows the cold flashes of light, Until she is only shadow.
(In the distance, a womanβs voice wails)
It starts with a girl, Arrow notched, string taunt, Hands steady, and water on her hair, her face, her lips, On the callouses of her fingertips. She meets the glowing ember eyes- Thunder booms, A tail, a grin, splits in two, A whistle and a deafening thud.
It starts with a girl, Who lets a fox live.
1/5 The Hunter and the Fox. Part poem/short story based on Chinese mythology.