Just a pigeon

‘It’s just a pigeon,’ said the girl. ‘Let it die.’

The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his fingertips. ‘It just needs help, that’s all.’

He nursed it day and night. Warmed it by a lamp, cleaned its wounds. Fed it from his hand. Every day it grew stronger. And larger.

After a week, it was the size of a cat. A month, a dog. It gazed at him with adoring eyes. And one day, it would carry him into the sky.

 

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Freedom on land

‘And what are the wheels for?’ she asked, flipping her tail to sun the other side.

‘They’re so that I can get around on land.’ He wrung his hands in his lap, wondering if she would question and pry and judge.

She only raised herself higher out of the water and gave the wheel a tentative squeeze.

‘On land.’ She said the words like a prayer.

With effort, he stood up and stepped aside from his chair, though the pain made him grit his teeth. ‘Why don’t you try it?’

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Facing the Forest

She stilled, eyes locked with a sloth-like creature with mossy fur, claws like twisted roots, and a mushroom shell. It dangled from the tree, blinking first one bright green eye, then the other.

‘What are you?’ she asked, clutching her ragged shawl closer. She had encountered many creatures in the forest, not all of them kind.

‘What are you?’ it replied in a croaky imitation of her voice.

In spite of her fear, she leaned closer. ‘Can you talk, or just repeat?’

It tilted its head. ‘Can you talk?’

‘Are you friendly?’

It yawned, revealing pointed teeth. ‘Friendly?’

Already, she knew better than to fear something just because it might bite.… Read more

Wings Out

‘I don’t know if I can do it.’ The ground fell away mere inches from his feet, a chasm of rock walls and thorny brambles.

‘You can!’ she called from across the fall. ‘I know you can!’

‘How?’ His voice was hoarse.

She smiled and spread her wings, the feathers catching the light with an irridescent shine.

‘Because I didn’t think I could do it either.’

He shuffled his own wings on his back.

All there was left was to breathe in, wings out, and make a running a leap.

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Memory and Sight

He adjusted his blindfold. ‘What do you think?’

Her eyes tracked the clouds as they rolled across the azure sky.

‘It’s beautiful,’ she replied. She shifted where she lay on the grass, disturbing her hair. It hissed and resettled, scales sliding against scales. ‘I mean … I remembered that it was beautiful, but in my head … it was like a painting. This is something else.’

‘What else would you like to see?’

She smiled, sharp-toothed and joyful. ‘Everything.’

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Attack Dog

He found it on a country lane. A beast of curling black fur and heavy paws. Its red eyes lit up its face in the dark; long muzzle, long tongue, long teeth.

‘It’s okay,’ he said gently. Lacking anything better, he offered it a ham sandwich, arm outstretched.

The beast growled, a sound of low menace that brought to mind the first rumble of an avalanche.

‘I won’t hurt you, I promise,’ he said. He laid the sandwich on the ground and took a step back. ‘Try it.’

The beast lunged forward and snapped up the sandwich. Its teeth clacked and its mouth smacked wetly.… Read more

Love and War(craft)

She kicked the skeleton squarely in the chest, then drew her twin shortswords. ‘Still think this was a good idea?’

Her companion raised her staff and lightning cracked down from the sky, turning a zombie into ash. ‘Well, I’m having a good time,’ she replied.

Their eyes met over their laptop screens. One raised her eyebrows; the other looked down in a blush.

‘So … maybe we’ll do this again sometime?

‘Yeah! Yes. Um … the Ashara Raid?’

‘It’s a date.’

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Moonlight Dog

Her dog was a creature of moonlight and chill wind.

It lived on the hill behind her house, in the ruins of the old stable. She’d been up there to get … away, when she heard whimpering.

It was a timid thing, thin-boned and silver-furred, all eyes flashing in the dark and tail vanishing into shadow.

Given time, she earned its trust.

It would lean against her side and she would run her hands through its icy fur. She brought it treats that it would never take, but when she called, it came. But only at night.

‘Who left you here?’ she would wonder as it bowed and bounded in play.… Read more

A better player

She played late into the night and then later still, ignorant of the shadows pressing in on all sides, uncaring of the heaviness of her limbs or the life set to resume in a few hours.

For her, there was only the quest, only the character on the screen, only the voices of her guildmates, intense in her ears.

The shadows crowded closer as her eyelids drooped, their inky hands reaching for the keyboard.

When her head hung and a snore rose up in her throat, they gently nudged her aside and finished the raid.

‘Yes!’ a player crowed in her ear.… Read more