Watcher Doings 7

/ Liz H-H
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Soft hiss of bare feet retreating through summer grass, creak and slam of a screen door, soft slap of summer soles through darkness and across the wooden floor of hallway and kitchen, and the insouciant snap of a towel uncovering the fragrant glory of fresh-baked blueberry muffins were the only things that kept the gnomes from leaping at each other, and the watcher in the tree from leaping on them.

“Ferah may be clever,” thought watcher Montay from his perch in the tree, “but I’m clever enough to bide my time and wait to see what she’s really up to here.”

Rockmouse was having similar thoughts but for different reasons, and leaned into the half inch between her and Fernlodth currently holding the knife for Mumblety-Peg between his teeth.

This female cat-faced creature seemed harmless enough, but Rockmouse had noted flickers of alternate shapes from the predominant human one the woman presented; her gnomish “Spidey sense” also tingled with the gut feeling of another not so friendly entity, nearby.

Rockmouse’s hesitation signaled surrender to the less-wary gnome; he dropped his knife from teeth to hand and grinned.

“Do you yield?” he crowed.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

(To be continued)

16 thoughts on “Watcher Doings 7”

  8. “the insouciant snap of a towel uncovering the fragrant glory of fresh-baked blueberry muffins”

    Insouciant is such a brilliant word, and that entire first sentence is a visual treat. Nicely done.

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