Today, for your reading pleasure, a pair of flash fiction pieces lately written by yours truly. Enjoy!
Sometimes 15, sometimes 16. As early as 12 years old, as late as 20. Every body develops in its own time. But whenever the time comes, the process is the same.
They build their cocoons – of wood or of words, of cotton or of clay, of music, of color, of big, bright ideas – and they slumber.
When they awake, when they emerge, they are transformed, no two just alike.
Some are grown bigger, some grown smaller. Some are a rainbow, others clear as a bubble. Some grow scales or other armor, some soften and warm.
The lucky ones grow wings.
“Hold still, Daddy! I’m making you pretty!”
“Making me pretty?” A puff of indignation. “Am I not pretty to begin with?”
An apologetic shake of the head. “No. Maybe a little handsome, but not very pretty at all.”
“Hmmph. That’s hardly fair, when you’re entirely pretty even without getting all painted up.”
A little hand pats a large one before returning to its work. “It’s okay, Daddy. You’re important things other than pretty.”
A pout. “That so?”
“Oh, yes. You’re strong, and a hard worker, and you always give me half of your molasses pies at lunch.”
A thoughtful nod. “That’s true.”
“There, then. Pretty isn’t everything – though you will be, once I’m done with you!”
A quiet smile. “I can hardly wait.”
(Image credit: “Artists’ Workshop” by juliedillon)
(Enjoyed what I wrote? There’s loads more where that came from! Browse the DEShipley catalogue, why dontcha. Also, I’m still looking for folks interested in an early read ‘n’ review of Outlaws of Avalon 2, “The Marriage of Allyn-a-Dale”! Hit me up if you want in. ^_^ )