The Arrow and its Mark (289 Words)
She leaned on her elbows. It was a warm bright day with a cool wind ghosting the tops of the trees.
The water was blue under the sky. For a long time Kat watched, seeing the shapes of minnows like vague small shadows below. But then she saw it. It was a silver flash, sudden as direct sunlight. It was visible only for a moment, a long gleaming tail following a vague human shape.
Mermaids and Ceiling Fans (160 Words)
The ceiling fan wasn’t working and Jake was telling one of his interminable stories. There was no doubt he’d done a lot of traveling and adventuring in his day, but I’d never seen anyone so eager to flaunt it in the most unbelievable way.
“With all that seaweed wrapped up in our propellers,” he said. “We couldn’t go anywhere. We stuck there, with nothing at the bottom of the sea. You might say we were stuck.”