Rumpus Exclusive: “Goldhawk”
In the last moment, the bird swerved away to the right. It soared high, wheeled in a circle, and dove again. This time, it pulled itself directly upward. Gold plumes flashed as it rose, wings churning as it turned.
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The Hawk in Me
I continue to adapt. I do all of this because I cannot run away, not really. There is nowhere to go. The hawk is the thing within me.
The Hermit and the Hawk
As the morning progresses I become less interested in where Zirrer had lived, and more interested in what brought him here to begin with. Why, I wonder, does a man choose to opt out of the world?
