The Butterfly, the Flower, and the Pollen by Arvee Fantilagan
Dalisay squeezed through the cluster of banyan trees the dwendehad told her to keep an eye out for. Then she grimaced. Past the curtains of their impenetrable vines, stood the severed waist of a woman. The manananggal must still be on the prowl. Dalisay’s mother used to terrorize her nights with tales about them. About…