Näcken of the River
by Liv Strom My music—purer than any human’s—flows out from the bridge’s shade, seeking prey too young for caution and regret. There. A treat bounces his ball under my overhang. It’s here, the music calls. “Viktor!” a mother shouts. Hunger churns. Pace it right, and I’ll have both tonight. Don’t fear… I retreat, strumming my […]