Call Her
by
Shannon Barber
Outside of Vegas I found the place. I parked and sat in the cold and waited. A coyote sat in the dark watching, waiting with me. From nowhere and everywhere we heard her song in the sand. The Pisces sang from her ancient grave. And we sang along.
About that Writing thing. 
I love that the water in this story is subtle, under the surface (so to speak). It evokes a lovely dark otherworldliness.