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Flash Fiction Friday: Golden Swan

by Kirsten Alene

A woman gives birth to a golden swan in her sleep and wakes to find it wrapped around her stomach like a winter sweater. The swan’s feathers are the softest, palest gold she has ever seen. The swan coos lovingly and nestles closer to the woman. The woman feels disoriented. She cannot remember having been pregnant with a swan. She cannot remember having had intercourse with any entity likely to leave the seed of a golden swan in her womb. The woman cries in confusion. The swan gently licks away the woman’s tears and sings her to sleep. The contractions begin again. Another feathery head is crowning.

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