Flash Fiction: Trusty Steeds

Poz rubbed the blue jay’s throat, then climbed into its back. “I’m thankful we don’t have to run the whole way, but how’d you convince them to help us?”

Autumn took the reins, laughing as the pixies flew into morning on the birds. “They work for peanuts, Poz!”




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