Thunder shook the tiny hut. It was haunted by the ghosts of hikers lost while searching for the mythical Solid Sunlight. Nymphs whispered from the trees “Hello Beautiful” and off the travelers went to their doom. At last one came after the sun had settled to sleep for the night. She quietly walked to the hut that was bathed in moonlight. The dragon did not wish to relinquish his power but he was weakened by the moon’s caress. He napped behind the hut – without the sun’s glare he was visible to any who traversed nearby. She slipped the gaudy bauble from his talon. On him it was a ring but it fit over her wrist easily. She quietly walked back down the mountain. She drove to the nearest pawn shop. She sold the Solid Sunlight for a thousand in cash and a beat up guitar. Off she went to hunt the next relic.
The prompts for this short story:
hello beautiful
solid sunlight
bathing in moonlight
thunder
haunted
dragon power
Copyright 2019 Klaudia Grady
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