Friday’s Flash—When Pixies Dance the Storm Dance
Last week we had a a piece of science fiction set
in the oceans of our home world. This week, it’s an urban fantasy look at the
war on drugs, and the illicit trade in fantasy creatures from the February 22nd
entry in 365 Days of Flash Fiction.
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When Pixies Dance the Storm Dance
The pixies danced in the stormlight. They
danced with steps that shook with anger, making the leaves tremble and curl at
their passing. They danced until their passage burnt a circle in the grass, and
then they stopped and raised their hands to the sky. The dust runners didn’t
stand a chance, but at least the local chieftain thought enough of me to warn
the strike force away from the warehouse.
We couldn’t stop
them, but we could bear witness. What the dust runners had done to the rest of
their clan, deserved something of what they wreaked, and the pixies could not
let the remnants of those unicorns run through the city unchecked. What the
dustrunners had done had turned those once-great beasts into abominations.
I watched as storm
clouds boiled out of an interdimensional gate forced open above the dustrunners’
hideout. I saw the maelstrom of lightning that burnt the warehouse to the
ground and blackened the earth six-feet deep. We found nothing more than ash,
when we investigated. Forensics said it would take more time that it was worth
to analyse the ash and verify just exactly what had been exterminated in that
apocalyptic strike.
The question
became moot when the pixies came and took every skerrick of ash from the site,
transporting it to the Otherworld for reasons they refused to divulge. Not
everything, they said, was safe for humans to know.
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You
can find the first two flash fiction collections at the links below, until the
covers are updated. The third collection will be released later this year.
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