The Singing

Art, Fantasy

Rozwal

The Singing (99 Words)

She liked to listen to them sing. The myyr always sang when the moon first showed its pale silver light over the Sleepless Sea. The little girl would sit on the pier, swinging her bare feet, and look out over the still black water.

Myyr song was not instinctively beautiful. It was a harmonious calling that made the child wonder. She could not sing with them, having no voice herself, but she liked to imagine she sang as she looked up at the thousands of stars. She felt that by listening, some part of their song must be hers.

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A quick bonus scene in reference to my upcoming novel, Rozwal, and written in response to Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Check it out!

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