Stories and Art for the Lost Satyrs of Spring

Featured Image: “Sylvan Bride”

A SAVORY FONDUE OF THE MIDDLE AGES

“He’s like a medieval cheese dip?”

She sighs. “No. Why would you say that?”

“Hey, you called him a savory fondue of the Middle Ages, not me!”

“I said the professor is a savvy fundi of medieval history. Are you deaf?”

“No,” he grumbles. “But now I’m hungry…”

“Sweet Street Song”

OGRE SODA

Thog hands me a can. “Try this.”

I take it from huge fingers. “It’s not puréed human, is it?”

“Whaddya think I am? A savage?!” he booms. “It’s ogre soda.”

I drink its sweet effervescence. “Mmmm!”

“Yup, nutin’ beats the taste o’ sprites.”

My spit-take is epic.

“Ms. Noh”

COZY COPILOTS

She squeezed herself into the cockpit.

“Sorry, it’s a one-pilot starfighter,” Porgins said.

“Neither of us are skinny,” Anra said, no demure in her grin as she sat on his lap. “It’ll be a tight flight.”

He laughed. “Good thing it’s a third date?”

“Oh yeah.”

“The Scout”

KISS THE GIRL

She points to my phone. I hand it over.

“I’m the mermaid that saved you,” she types. “Kiss me! I’ll stay human, get my voice back, and won’t turn into seafoam!”

I kiss the girl.

“Thanks,” she smiles. “So easy! That dumb witch even saw me sign her contract!”

“Are you certain you saw a mermaid?”

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 days—
a once-child enters my menagerie,
seeking the lost.

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

“Sunflower Days”

SATYRESS

“Thanks for saving me,” Ales said.

The satyress winked. “Welcome! Now take this path home, not the goat trail.”

“Why?”

“It turns you into a goat! I only walked it halfway, but—”

“I’ll do the same,” he smiled.

“What?!”

“I’m crushing on a satyress.”

“Lost Goddess of Mu”

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.

“Run, Robot! Run!”

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

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