Flash Fiction: Ogresweat — Part Four of Five

Lowering his club, Thragg found a handful of daisies and plucked them. “Not many pretty, like M-meg.”

She stared at his offering of flowers, letting them hang in the air.

“M-meg strong, beautiful,” he said getting on one knee. “Make Thragg feel funny in tummy.”

 

All installments in order.

 

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