Susan Neville’s short story “The Wind Farm at Night” appears in the December issue of The Collagist.
From “The Wind Farm at Night”
And they are lovely, the turbines, better than power lines, particularly when the sky is blue. Sometimes I do stare at them. The blades look like ballerina’s legs, but all calves and no feet, like ballerina’s legs but with the feet chopped off at the ankle, like a German fairy tale. I can picture all the feet with the toes balancing in satin slippers, waiting in a storeroom for the day they’ll be re-attached and all the blades will jump from their towers and start dancing. Judgment day! Would that be a sight to see!