Yesterday on Mastodon, I played a game where people could tell me their favourite colour, and in exchange I would write a toot-sized (or tweet-sized) encounter with a magical creature….
A microfiction written for Mastodon. — She walked down the road, trailed by shambling, limping things. A badger with its face bared to one side. A housecat with crushed paws….
She saw on TV that ghosts made things cold, and she’d always had chilly feet at night. So she found a stone with a hole through the middle and she…