Tag: fantasy

Mavis

Mavis

Jean had just taken a bite of eggs when she saw the old woman outside the cottage window, flanked by mist. The cottage resided just above the sea on a cliff, rolled over with a light blanket of moisture. The waters below gently whined and splashed below, disguising the sounds of the old woman's footfalls.

Eyes squinted, the old woman cupped her fingers and waved in gentle oscillations. Keep Reading

Alley Cats

Alley Cats

Tracy heard cats mewling out her apartment window. The radiator was broken, so Tracy had bundled under a thick comforter to keep from freezing at 1AM, when the cold stung strongest. Wrapped to the neck in the blanket, Tracy squirmed to get back in the right position. Going to work was no longer an early-morning commitment. Tracy had unwittingly made sure of that.

She heard the mewling again. It sounded like one cat at first, but then Tracy clearly heard a few tiny meows. A mother and her litter, Tracy imagined. When Tracy thought about being in the cold, and how warm it was inside, the blanket felt much, much heavier. Keep Reading

Digestion: a Fable

Digestion: a Fable

There were ways to compete against the other carniflora for the hairy, moist morsels of the jungle. Sickly scents that proved fruit was nearby. Drowning rivals of sunlight. Sending vines to strangle acidic gullets, keeping four-legs from falling in.

Though there were better ways. Keep Reading