The Umbrella (175 Words)
She had carried the umbrella since she was a girl. Sunshine and rain, there was the umbrella in her hand like a gentleman’s cane. And walking in a moonlight garden with her sister, there was the umbrella spread as always.
Angie hadn’t seen her sister in ten years. Both of them had changed, but there was that umbrella.
There was a sudden thump. A human silhouette was plastered against the steaming shower door.
Snoggle raised his head wearily, letting his fingers splay on the tile floor. The water ran little rivers down his angular back.
“I told you,” he said. “You can’t scare me.”
There was an audible sigh. The silhouette slumped. “It’s not fair!”
Dragon Town (348 Words)
For more than fifty years, every morning at eight o’ clock, Erin O’Lay had taken the dinghy around to see the dragon’s head. For much more time than that the dragon had floated on the great deep of a blue ocean. The sun had not set for some time, and while the sun was shining the dragon was content to sleep in her warmth. But when the sun set, the dragon woke, and the dragon had been not a little offended to find a whole town on its back. That was when Erin O’Lay first went out with the dinghy.
Undercover (200 Words)
Casey sat with all the faded dignity of a self-crowned queen, her arm resting on the back of her plastic chair, her hat set back on her forehead at a jaunty angle.
Aryn set the plate of fries and cheese in front of her with a care that was too deliberate to be ignored.
“No,” he said. “I won’t do it. I’ve already shown you too much.”
Seaside Song (131 Words)
Was a sailor, sailor lad
Fell into the salty brine
Hit his head and caught his legs
In seaweed thick and tough as twine.
A mermaid fair with curling hair
Saw him drowning in the deep
Cut him free and brought him low
To her coral home for sleep.
One Last Loop (185 Words)
Jane stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment. The morning air was humid, warming. It felt strange to be standing there. But after everything that had happened she had no choice but to go.
It had been quite the adventure and the revelation of a dragon living in the sewers had shaken her. She needed to move somewhere less crowded—somewhere she could at least pretend was stable.
The Clock (81 Words)
Were I the motion, hammer of the mind
I should by motion my free thought express—
And through the idle moments left in wind
Would meter action to a timed distress.