F is for Father


Clockwork Nessie, Part 5

“Darwin’s devils! Are you a steam-breathing dragon?”

The creature stopped mining for its dinner, and we stared at each other. Above the sound of the ocean in the far distance, the distinct ticking of clockworks captured my ear.

“I do wish Papa were here to see this.” A dull ache of loneliness spread through my gut as the creature surveyed me and the cave, between nibbles of rock.

After perhaps fifteen minutes, the beastie found a platform excavated out of the cave’s wall where it rested its head.

My curiosity, always my greatest undoing, spurred me into action. I glided slowly toward the platform. “Easy… easy. Just want to take a closer look at you.”

Though the creature eyed me, it made no aggressive moves.

Reaching the ledge, some six feet above my head, would have required a bit of tricky maneuvering had I not discovered the ladder tucked away in small crevasse.

“Thank you, Papa.”

(To Be Continued) a2z-2013-badge-001_5bmed5d


8 thoughts on “F is for Father

    • Thank you! It was a very easy approach since I already had the story written. There’s always the risk though that people don’t come back. That said, it’s easy for latecomers to catch up. 🙂 I appreciate you sticking with me.

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