The silent river pixies

this is a fiction story about pixies living in the river and the end of my street.


4. blown cover

The boy's wings were ripped and he had more cuts than before. His clothing was torn and as he stood he cried. He stumbled over to me.

"someone followed you last night" he said "everyone was either killed or taken away"

"WHAT! no one was behind me!"I replied, shellshocked.

"I looked around the stream in front of me. Wings, clothes, the odd body or arm were spread across the stream and it's bank.

I wanted to hug the boy, comfort him but he leaned away. He couldn't trust me anymore. He couldn't trust anyone anymore.

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