A wonderful fae story. Now pardon me while I cry over the creation of a dragon….
Another of my short stories. I wrote this several months ago. I hope you enjoy it. Have a great day, and thanks for reading!
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Her footsteps fall, virtually silent, on the padded floor. She walks to the kitchen, hunger gnawing at her belly and picks up a banana. Carefully peeling it, she bites into it and savors the sweetness enveloping her tongue. And yet, there’s something missing.
Leslie Andreas has spent her entire life in a home with padded walls and floors. There is no silverware, save for a few spoons. (Her mother says that knives and forks are too dangerous.) Their plates are plastic and shatterproof. There are no mirrors to be found.
Leslie only knows what she looks like from the few pictures in round plastic frames that are scattered around the house. They each have a thin film of plastic…
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