Ribbons in his Hair

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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.

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In the Current

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In the Current (199 Words)

“Keep your eyes open,” said Dr. Fitz. “You’ll see it.”

Grace Emry had been staring at the surf for almost an hour. The tide was rising and some of the waves were a good twenty-feet high, but there was nothing unexpected. She had no idea why Dr. Fitz’s research team had asked her to be there.

“Dr. Fitz, I really don’t—”

The words died in her mouth. She saw it at last.

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