Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #12 March 2015 | Page 25

comfortable and familiar, as if the tail were something
she’d had since birth, her missing legs a fading dream.
In the growing light of a red dawn, Marsha watched
the woman walk up the beach on new legs. The woman didn’t look back, didn’t look at the ocean, didn’t
look at Marsha. Her eyes were fixed on a new life.

Marsha watched until the woman was gone. Then she
turned with a flick of her tail. The timeless waters
waited for her. Her old world was gone, the new one
waiting. She smiled, rows of shark teeth sparkling in
the new sun. Then she was gone.

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