Ribbons in his Hair (161 Words)
Emily knew the minute she went around the corner that she was about to get an earful.
“It’s that time of the year again!” said the elf. He sat as if he’d been waiting for her, his hands clenched on tree bark and his green eyes seething petulant fire. “I’m never going to get the ribbons out of my hair!”
Emily glanced at the elf’s tree. The connection between him and the tree was still a mystery to her, but like most things about wild folk, she didn’t bother questioning it.
Time (28 Words)
Time is running
You stand still
If you don’t run
Time always will
The Bell That Couldn’t Ring (192 Words)
One day they would have to ring the bell. It was inevitable. With the increasing attacks from the cave crawlers, it was only a matter of time before barbed and electric wire was breached and the town would be overcome. So there Peter stood in the hopes of saving at least a few of the townsfolk, ready to ring the bell.
A light voice made him turn. “You know they won’t come in the daytime. You can relax, silly.”
Sea Monster (132 Words)
Supposing it was a sea monster. Billy and Brian insisted that it was. I thought there was a mechanical touch to it myself.
“Well go on,” I said. “See what it is.”
They looked around the bench, glaring at me.
“It could eat us, silly,” pointed out Brian, always the logical one.
Moonstruck (198 Words)
It wasn’t a fairy tale. The day after the wedding, she went back to her job as one of half-a-dozen lifeguards at the community beach. He had the early morning to evening shift at the grocery store. And sitting at her post in the burning heat, her eyes shaded by the brim of her hat, Carrie wondered if anything had really changed.
It hadn’t. She knew that. Yet something was different.
Flight Plan (166 Words)
“How can you love dragons and be scared of planes?”
It was a legitimate question. After all, planes and dragons both fly. But the very sight of the cylindrical, soon-to-be-airborne machine made Sam blanch. His hands gripped the strap of his carryon and he met his companion’s question with a sickly smile.
What Fire Left (155 Words)
It was gone. A lifetime of memories was in the space of one day nothing more than burned and discolored bareness. It was hard, looking at what was left of the building, to believe that it had ever been a home at all.