Here I go with another writing experiment. I'm joining The Fabulous Spec-Fic Smack Down by LayethTheSmackDown, which requires me to write Speculative Fiction flash fiction, short stories, and drabbles inspired by prompts. If you're as unfamiliar wit...
Author's note: This was my round two, part one entry. The prompt was three images.
Maximum word count: 2500 words
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"Hey, Wendy!"
The woman with slate gray hair sighed and tossed her cards face-up on the table. "I know, I know," she muttered. "Guess I'm out," she said to her angelic companion, standing to her full height and stretching her arms over her head and her wings out to the wide. The black veins snaking through the wispy gray stood out against the spotless white of the clouds.
"I knew you were bluffing," the blonde-haired beauty on the other side of the table said, her blue eyes sparkling triumphantly as she surveyed the cards.
The cherub who'd interrupted their game fluttered over the table. "That's a really bad hand," he commented.
"I don't want advice from someone who's still wearing a diaper," Wendy replied, letting her arms and wings drop to her sides. "How bad is it?"
The chubby-cheeked infant shrugged. "The usual. And it's not a diaper. It's a loincloth."
"Your charge is a real firecracker, isn't she?" the blonde asked, shuffling the cards together.
"Wrong element, but yes," Wendy agreed. "Same time next week?"
"If your goddaughter doesn't create another natural disaster, sure."
Wendy spread her wings again and lifted herself into the air with one powerful flap. "That'll depend on your goddaughter, won't it?"
Another flap, and she turned and dove straight through the clouds without waiting for a reply, her translucent gray gown flowing behind her. She knew what she would find. Lily was a constant in her mind, the snow witch's life a movie playing in the background of Wendy's thoughts. She probably should have stopped the game earlier, but she was winning there for a while, and Lily wasn't actually in danger of dying.
