Deep in the Drift, Spinning
ShortStory 5,533 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"A pause only Winnifletch herself notices, a twinge in her guts as she unsacks the gull that Gert Mews has lugged to her sea-spindle shack. Dazed but not dead, the bird crawks down onto her workbench. Think of shearwater honey, Winni tells herself, with predictions truer than gold. She grabs its fat fluttersome breast. Jams it wings-and-all between her vise’s steel jaws. Holds firm. Don’t think of shattered sailors."
Content warnings 1
animal-harm
Quasar links out; the story lives on BCS, where the author gets the click.