Monday, June 11, 2012

Drabble: Care Package

Matty is smitten by the little deviate hatchling...better than bitten!



What do you get the girl who has everything? Who never seems to need anything…or anyone? He saw that her face and eyes were puffy: she had been crying, and denied it. He found the places, the haunts, where betrayers dwelled, translucent dream pools shimmied, wearing feathered ferns and vines, like an elaborate headdress. He gathered up what rare things he could, things that would look beautiful on her. It was nothing, really. While she was in town she got the wrapped letters: one had holes poked through. She heard a tiny squawk, and he was hers. The perfect gift.

6 comments:

  1. What a nice gift!

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    1. Between your poem and this pet, it was like my birthday!

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  2. those raptors are cuties :)

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    1. He refuses to go in my bags like a toy chihuahua, but if I let him roam free he's surprisingly well-behaved!

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  3. Is that a little Deviate Hatchling? I'm glad it managed to poke little air holes, you two look lovely strolling through Stormwind on a starry night!

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    1. It is indeed - I intended to add the caption last night, but you are truly a purveyor of pets! He is cute as he can be, and a remarkable surprise!

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