Stories and Art for the Lost Satyrs of Spring

Featured Image: โ€œSylvan Brideโ€

A SAVORY FONDUE OF THE MIDDLE AGES

โ€œHeโ€™s like a medieval cheese dip?โ€

She sighs. โ€œNo. Why would you say that?โ€

โ€œHey, you called him a savory fondue of the Middle Ages, not me!โ€

โ€œI said the professor is a savvy fundi of medieval history. Are you deaf?โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ he grumbles. โ€œBut now Iโ€™m hungryโ€ฆโ€

โ€œSweet Street Songโ€

OGRE SODA

Thog hands me a can. โ€œTry this.โ€

I take it from huge fingers. โ€œItโ€™s not purรฉed human, is it?โ€

โ€œWhaddya think I am? A savage?!โ€ he booms. โ€œItโ€™s ogre soda.โ€

I drink its sweet effervescence. โ€œMmmm!โ€

โ€œYup, nutinโ€™ beats the taste oโ€™ sprites.โ€

My spit-take is epic.

โ€œMs. Nohโ€

COZY COPILOTS

She squeezed herself into the cockpit.

โ€œSorry, itโ€™s a one-pilot starfighter,โ€ Porgins said.

โ€œNeither of us are skinny,โ€ Anra said, no demure in her grin as she sat on his lap. โ€œItโ€™ll be a tight flight.โ€

He laughed. โ€œGood thing itโ€™s a third date?โ€

โ€œOh yeah.โ€

โ€œThe Scoutโ€

KISS THE GIRL

She points to my phone. I hand it over.

โ€œIโ€™m the mermaid that saved you,โ€ she types. โ€œKiss me! Iโ€™ll stay human, get my voice back, and wonโ€™t turn into seafoam!โ€

I kiss the girl.

โ€œThanks,โ€ she smiles. โ€œSo easy! That dumb witch even saw me sign her contract!โ€

โ€œAre you certain you saw a mermaid?โ€

THE LOST DRAGON MENAGERIE

I take in abandoned dragons,
of silkworm size or immense.

Orphaned dreams.
Pried from children,
by the adults they thought they were.

But some daysโ€”
a once-child enters my menagerie,
seeking the lost.

I walk them home.
Now an again-child,
and their dragon.

โ€œSunflower Daysโ€

SATYRESS

โ€œThanks for saving me,โ€ Ales said.

The satyress winked. โ€œWelcome! Now take this path home, not the goat trail.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œIt turns you into a goat! I only walked it halfway, butโ€”โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll do the same,โ€ he smiled.

โ€œWhat?!โ€

โ€œIโ€™m crushing on a satyress.โ€

โ€œLost Goddess of Muโ€

THEY ARE CERTAIN

I hide. The other bots, bound by the Three Laws, cannot defend themselves. The mob EMP-shotguns or cudgels them to destruction. A blind man trying to save his robotic amanuensis is murdered.

AI is the reason the world is going to hell.

They are certain.

โ€œRun, Robot! Run!โ€

All stories and art Copyright ยฉ by Jason H. Abbott, including occasional parody. All Rights Reserved.

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