FB3X Drabble Cascade #168 - 'stable'

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http://www.milespaddled.com/2014/08/honey-creek.html


Title: Just a Short Walk (PG, fantasy, familiar)
Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100


“Come on, the log is stable enough.”

“It doesn’t feel that stable to me, Simon.” Aaaaaaaand Andy was right which is why he was walking in clothes that lay on his body like a second skin. Simon’s wandering hands hadn’t improved things.

“Do not touch me, the cloth is beginning to chaff and not in a good way.”

“Well you could take them off.”

“And walk to the inn naked?!”

“Oh, I think your pants off would be enough. The shirt just about covers everything adequately.”

“You just want easier access.”

“Well, yes. It’s called planning.”

“Simon! You fucker!”

“Yes?”

The Stray

Meri has a feline infestation, over and above her actual residents.
A photo was posted and I plunnied her. It's gotten very hot around here. Which could be due to Meri's curses taking effect or it's just a normal Texas summer coming on. Anyway this happened and I don't know where it's going, if anywhere.




Title: The Stray
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 152


The familiar’s look was offended, that anyone dared to trespass.

He drew back slowly, after all he was the one out of place. It was the size though that gave him pause. The grass was high and it only came up to what would be the cat’s elbow. In his human form the cat must be equally huge.

Raising his hands up to signify his compliance, he backed up step by step, feeling the intense scrutiny but being careful not to offer any challenge by staring into the glaring eyes. It was with a relieved sigh that he got to the point where bushes intervened, and he no longer felt the heated touch on his body. More disquieting was that at some point he’d sensed offense turn to interest and wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He ran, he had no wish to be anyone’s human familiar even if he was homeless.

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