Flash Fiction Magic: “A WELL IN THE WOODS”
For the last one hundred years, Kaliope had been warned never to enter the Galmizaw’s Wood. It was the primary rule among Fauswigs, followed with lawful allegiance. For Fauswigs were cautious creatures of simple priorities, motivated foremost by their compulsion to stay alive.
That is, with the exception of Kaliope, who pined after reckless adventure with an eagerness foreign to a traditional Fauswig.
Which was why she now stood in her warmest fur-lined cloak, cold toes no less than a hare-length from the Archbarrier—the burial site and last manifestation of Mother Goza’s magic, and the final milestone on the path to the Wood.
Flash Fiction Magic: “SUMMER’S END”
Of all the months in the year, September was the worst for poor Rickety. Not because of the weather, mind you. Rickety rather enjoyed the cool breezes and colorful boldness emerging in the foliage, along with the skittering of small creatures preparing for winter, and the crisp smell of the pumpkin patch and apple orchard emanating from Farmer Getty’s down the road.
Indeed, it was not fair September in and of herself that bothered Rickety.
It was the sudden absence of his children.
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