Mid-Week Muses: “The Kid was a Were-Elephant”

mwm_pngA weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!

"Strategic A.I. networked
to an army of unquestioning
drone bombers. Yes, this is
peace in our time... the
peace of the grave."

Jane's arm spasmed, ripping
loose from her shoulder.
Thrashing, it snapped a
lamprey's mouth where it was
formerly attached.

Confident in his victory,
the minotaur lifted the
scrawny gladiator over
his head. It was then
that he found out the
kid was a were-elephant.

With a only short knife
in hand, the Pict woman
met the legionaries with

None of her infant son's
killers survived her wrath.

He opened the tent flap,
letting in the sounds of
the river and wild.
Lifting her blanket, he
welcomed her naked embrace.

A headdress of feathers
and bone adorned the orc
queen, and her fearsome
warriors kneeled in
respect to the wizened
old matron.

Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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