The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: DETAIL

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Squinting, she ran a wrinkled hand around its polished brass curves, walking all around the vehicle as she examined all surfaces and admired its fine detailing, inside and out.

“I agree, it is quite beautiful,” she said carefully, thinking again how pitiful her old one had become, after centuries of riding the sky, pestle gripped in her hand as she silently dive-bombed farmers bringing their crop to market, young girls in wooden shoes tending to their geese (she didn’t know who squawked louder, geese or girl), Cossacks proud on their steeds, couples canoodling in haystacks, or big, bad wolves stalking red-hooded young girls through the deepest forest, their felt boots slipping in the snow as they fled (until they turned around and faced their furry, razor-toothed foe).

She’d made a mistake in trying to buzz Tatterhood, who’d been galloping along a sandy ocean beach, waving her wooden spoon as she screamed frustration over being reduced to riding her oversized goat back and forth on the deck of the pirate ship she had designed and built; the crew was great, but Tatterhood sorely missed her sister, a sweet but very silly cow of a girl who’d chosen marriage to a king over sailing the seven seas with her.

“Blast you Baba Yaga!” she’d screamed as the witch swooped down, and Tatterhood hit the mortar in the very spot guaranteed to crack it irreparably, right down the middle.

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At Baba Yaga’s pointed question, the salesperson at the vehicle shop shook their head sadly (it was always a bad idea to lie to a forest witch of any kind), and admitted that the brass burned, both cold in Winter and hot in Summer.

Baba nodded and sighed, “I’ll go with The Classic, then, as its granite has served me best, lo these many years.”

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)