Haunted

Spooky Moon

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Little Things

Microflash on Fire

cat behind a cauldron

Cora nestles her belly into black granite, stretching to catch the sun’s heat. Her legs scrabble amidst a low sizzle as leathery wings unfurl. A perfect pearl hardens under her curled tongue. She is scarlet, precious, and utterly alone.          Continue reading

For Now

 

Mountains across, lake, across open moor

©I Goodheir

She stretched and struggled, pecking around the edges. Cradled between clumps of late season grasses, partially protected from the bitter wind, Cora stretched her damp, thin neck toward the fretful sun’s warmth. Late-born, her chances of survival were slim. Continue reading