• Imaginary Friends

    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…