Imaginary Friends
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Mara…
Here’s a Flash Fiction piece from a photo prompt that I wrote back in October. It has yet to be polished, but I hope you enjoy it! Mara threw her arms back, loving the brush of spray as she flew across the falls on her silver-tipped indigo wyvern. How she loved it up here! So peaceful. The thundering cascade drowned out the turmoil of below, leaving her to enjoy, for a moment, the warm healing of the sun. A sharp whistle intruded upon Mara’s solitude. She heaved a sigh. “That’s our cue, Nila. Time to go home.” She took the tether in hand and turned the beast toward the tree…