Thursday, April 19, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Twenty-Three

its legs wiggling, its mouthparts reaching. The girl rolls her eyes. “Been in any bushes lately?” The dragon frowns and drops the tick on its silver tongue. “I take it you’re the practical sort. Not one to jump to the extradimensional for an explanation when the mundanely mentional will do. If one must choose between only two stances when facing reality I would agree that yours works best most of the time. But I like to see things from a vantage that takes in two or three more stances. Especially when I’m on ticks. Would you like one?” “Do we


Elisabeth said...

Wow, and what are tics, I wonder. Such imagery as you conjure up in a few words. The mind boggles.

Glenn Ingersoll said...

Thanks, Elisabeth.

You've been reading this story a long time.