Largely Unseen, Short Fiction

That lady just told us to “git”.

I don’t know. Maybe.

So are you still chasing your imaginary butterfly?

She’s a pterodactyl and she ain’t imaginary. Her name is Pan.

That old goat thinks you got your head slammed in a screen door. Very sick inside you. I shouldn’t bother being friends with you.

No she don’t Matty.

Yeah, so why’d she run us off so?

Pan wanted to play with her dragon.

There ain’t no dragons.

Shush, they gots good ears, you know, and big egos.

Matty turned and peered back toward the lady. A cloud of fine yellow hued dust followed the lady toward the hills.

He followed Nyana into the great stone house called Juniper Hall.

You brought Pan in with you, right?

Yes always with me.

She liked Matty’s question and the candle light of the great room. Matty preferred the concealing darkness everywhere.

Maybe.

c. Lemuel

26 June 2018

Short Fiction

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