The Horse Kid and the Moon Dragon

Catching the flaming rainbow chicken nugget

Even though it's only been four minutes, I have decided to name the chicken "Nugget". Why? Why not? Nugget was still running on the sidewalk, I was following along. Sometimes the flames from Nugget's feathers set some of the grass around it on fire, I made sure to stomp them out.  And every time I put out the fires, the chicken had gotten farther away. 

"Nugget! Slow down!" I yelled.

Of course he didn't, he's a chicken.

  Well...if he's in my head, then the flames are fake too. I ignored the rising flames around me, the rainbow of wisp-like colors that grew as the air turned hot. I was sweating, wiping off a bead from my brow as I ran harder than before. The chicken was closer as I could feel my legs burn.

 I was close to my house, the chicken was closing in on my house. I had to catch it, something told me I HAD to catch it! I was sweating and pushing myself to my limits. Nugget was inching closer to me as I could feel myself running on embers. I can't keep up with it, so I took a leap of faith. I lunged at Nugget, my fingers clenching on the legs of the chicken, the only place that didn't have any feathers. Pain shot through my body, especially on my face. I...I think I broke my nose a little. Still, I think I got Nugget. I didn't sense any struggling, so I looked up. He was definitely still there, looking down at me with its beady amber eye.

"Nugget, you owe me money for breaking my nose." I muttered.

Nugget made a clucking sound as if responding to me. Then again, it is a chicken. Though it started making a coughing noise, or... I think that's what the noise is. It was flailing around before it coughed up a ball of paper, slightly moist. And then a wad of...money?

"Hail! To! Yoooouuuu!"  Nugget squawked.

Nugget slipped out of my hands and proceeded to fly away. I crawled over to the wad of paper and opened it up. The words were blurry, maybe it'll be readable when it's dry. The money wad had at least ten hundred dollar bills. So... I just got a fortune cookie paper and a thousand dollars. It must be my lucky day. Then again, this might all be in my head.

I huffed and stood up after placing the papers in my pockets, brushing the dirt off the scrapes on my skin. Touching my nose was an obvious regret, it stung like a needle. But at least I'm in front of my house. It's just a house with one floor and a garage.  It was nothing special, but it's still my home.

I had my keys on my wallet, unlocking the door.  The inside was dimly lit, and there were many candles.  The walls had portraits and paintings from different times. Some of them were bought from a store, and others came from our garage storage. They were placed all over the walls like someone just mixed two entirely different puzzles together. That also includes furniture. Most of the utensils are modern aluminum with some hand-carved wooden ones as well. A modern table with ancient chairs, the list goes on. Except for the beds, we both agreed that the beds should be modern.

There was also another thing. I mentioned earlier about the rumors of her being a witch or shaman. It was my fault during one of the projects I was doing in regards of making a family tree for Spanish class. I knew that Filipino culture was mixed with Spanish culture, so I used that for my project. My mom even made some things to help with my project, some talismans, or anting-anting  for good luck. I got many oos and aahs from the kids, even getting an A on the project. But that didn't stop people from making rumors about my mom and me. Our family is just too odd to fit in.

Now that I mentioned the talismans, I should mention they were everywhere in the house. They're just in places where you have to look carefully. Some of them are behind some of the portraits, others are in our closets. And my mom was rather strict on their placement. She didn't want me to accidentally move them and made a DEEP emphasis on their placement in the house.