Harpy's Desires
BY S. H. MARPEL
IA FLUTTERING SOUND, and then a thump, like a dove flying into the side of a building, but heavier, like a wild eagle, or a buzzard. Maybe even heavier.
I got up from my writing to see what the damage was, if there was something I could do for whatever was out there.
Opening the heavy outer door, I saw a nude woman laying down on her side, sprawled on my porch. I grabbed my chore coat and squeezed out the screen door to kneel beside her.
Putting my hand on her neck, I felt a pulse. No blood, no scrapes, what looked like some deep, but healed scratches on her back. So I covered her with the chore coat to preserve her body heat. As much as it would cover, anyway.
Looking around I saw no vehicle tracks, no bare or other footprints.
But I had to get her i
