Meeting My Clone
I sat in the waiting room wringing my hands together. The nervous excitement gnawed at my stomach. I hadn’t been able to eat anything all morning. This moment had played out in my mind thousands of times. I had written about it, drawn about it, worked over-time for some highly suspicious characters to save up enough money. All of my savings had gone into this moment. Soon, I would meet my clone to find out if it was all worthwhile.
Songs I Play on Repeat
It is that song you just can’t get out of your head. You hear it once, maybe twice, and the next thing you know you are humming it while you do your dishes. You start singing it in the shower—disjointed lines because you haven’t memorized it yet. Sometimes just one line repeats itself over and over and over until you simply can’t stand it. You HAVE to listen to that song again. If you were smart, you immediately searched for the song when you first heard it and added it to your Spotify playlist (or wherever you get your music). If you didn’t have the foresight, you either desperately typed those disjointed lines into Google or turned back to that radio station just hoping it will come on the radio again.
Peter, Take Care of My Girlfriend
Sorry sweetheart, going to be late. Peter will take care of you. April blinked back angry tears at the sight of the text message on her phone. Take care of me? She wondered, what does that even mean? Chewing the inside of her cheek she put the finishing touches on her makeup and stepped out of the bathroom. Peter had been leaning against the kitchen counter, distracting himself with his phone until she was ready.
Testing the Waters
“So, you are sure you want to give this a try? You aren’t just getting into this because you know I like women too?” “That is a big bonus.”
Pizza Doesn't Count
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Alex was asking Dominic, knowing he had never been a fan of crowds. They stood outside one of the busiest restaurants in the city. It was hot enough outside that Dominic was finding his plain button-down shirt a little too warm. He undid the top couple of buttons as he answered her.
Talking to Moths
Diana dabbed at her hair, making one last futile attempt to flatten the rogue strands on top of her head. A small gray moth had been fluttering around her bathroom, finally landing on the mirror within reach. Diana grabbed a glass sitting on the counter and patiently waited for the fuzzy insect to climb up the side so she could safely cup her hand over it and lead the moth to freedom, opening the bathroom window with her other hand.
8 Years Later
“And that is how I met my uncles,” the girl with flaming hair finished reading her story with a flourish. Her three uncles looked at her in stunned silence. Eight years had passed since that day and ever since the reptilian’s lives had been closely intertwined with the young ladies. They had certainly intended on finding her a proper home, at least at first. Somewhere with humans, maybe even a mother and father with other kids. But she had inexplicably saved all of them. Kriel still insisted that it was simply a life debt they owed her but even he could not deny that a life without her had become unimaginable. Even when they considered her strange power the brothers felt bonded to the girl in ways they had never thought possible.
Dust and Jewels
Strand dashed down the street, careened around a corner, and slipped into a dark alley. His air sacks swelled, tongue scenting the air as he waited in the darkness. Footsteps rushed by. He waited for a few heartbeats longer then, satisfied he had evaded pursuit, he pulled his hood off his tricolored head and hefted the sack in his hand. Striding down the alley he suddenly tripped, his bundle spilling and sending jewels tumbling into the dust. Strand cursed to himself, quick to collect his stolen goods. He glanced over his shoulder to take a closer look at what he had tripped on. His orange eyes widened in surprise—it was a girl—a human girl curled up in a ragged cloak. Her eyes glittered at him fiercely. They matched the color of the sky—pale and beautiful. Strand lowered his snout in a sympathetic gesture, “Where are your parents?”