(If you’d like to listen to this story, you can find the abridged audio narration at the podcast 600 second saga, narrated by Mariah Avix)
Somewhere above the endless sparkling blue of the sea floated a regal osprey. It had been a long exhausting day of hunting and he had nothing to show for it. The summer was almost over. He could feel winter’s encroaching fingers clawing at him more and more each day. The once abundant buffet below him was now no more than scraps left over by the sharks and dolphins. Scanning the glittering, undulating waters beneath him, he spotted plenty of loose kelp and bits of flotsam, but only the smartest fish must have been left because he couldn’t spot any lingering near the surface.
For a moment he allowed the flow of the wind to distract him. He tipped his wings just slightly and spun in a wide, slow circle, rising in altitude. Avid bird-watchers might have contrived some complex purpose for the movement – from the precise angle of the wings to the exact height to which he rose – but to the casual observer he appeared to have done it simply for the enjoyment. Casual observers were right more often than they realized.
He leveled off and, with a sense neither bird-watcher nor casual observer could ever be aware of, he zeroed in on one small spot of ocean. To untrained eyes it would seem identical to every other watery ruffle. To this predator, it was a target. He tucked his wings and sank, cutting through the wind and spray like an arrow.
A snap of suddenly outstretched wings.
A splash. Continue reading “The Currents Of Life”
(If you’d like to listen to this story, you can find the audio narration at the podcast 600 Second Saga, narrated by Mariah Avix)
Flowers and leaves swayed in the breeze as Ann strolled through the gardens. It had been a lovely morning, until something hard landed on her head.
“Ow.” She bent to pick up the bright green apple, then peered up into the branches above her. She sucked in a gasp.
“Nic, what are you doing up there?”
The prince perched in a most undignified manner on one of the thicker branches of the large apple tree. He grinned sheepishly.
“Um, picking apples?” Continue reading “The Apple Tree”
(For anyone interested, there is an audio recording of this piece, narrated by Mariah Avix, which can be found through the podcast 600 Second Saga at insani-x.com)
Ann poked her head out the door to the castle gardens. Her eyes widened as they adjusted to the darkness. She tiptoed out and shut the door behind her. The combined scents of lavender and sweet pea wafted toward her and her nose twitched in appreciation.
Cheery laughter drew her attention to her goal. Just one look at the pretty gowns, then she’d sneak back to her rooms to prepare for the birthday celebration. Nana would never know she was gone. She turned toward the courtyard, creeping from shadow to shadow.
Finally, she crouched behind the large sweet pea covered trellis that bordered the fire lit courtyard. All the ladies. All the gowns. And even prettier than her eight year old heart could have dreamed. Everything sparkled, like they were all floating on a sea of diamonds. A sigh escaped her lips.
A squeeze on her upper arm was her only warning before she was yanked onto her backside. She peered up toward the sky and crumpled in on herself when she saw who stood above her. Continue reading “An Ill-fated Scarf”