There seemed to be a dragon flying overhead. Theresa couldn’t believe it. Barely anybody else was glancing up, and after rubbing her eyes and looking back she assured herself it was nothing but an odd-shaped bird.
When she got to the office, she could have sworn that the man sitting at the front desk today had pointed ears. He nodded at her cordially enough, and when she stood in the elevator she shut her eyes tight and told herself to get a grip.
The work day passed mostly without event; that thing that looked like a tail flicking from a co-worker’s skirt was probably a scarf. Or something. She decided to get a lot of sleep that night, she was clearly seeing things.
She walked home, feet tapping the sidewalk as always, chiding herself for being silly – she didn’t believe in that stuff. She needed a good night’s sleep and an aspirin, that was all.
A moment later, she stopped short. That was definitely a goblin walking by.
Ha ha ha.. I wish your wee tiny tales would turn into longer ones.
In a Tamil magazine here in Chennai, they publish what is called, ‘one page story.’ The stories are short and usually end with a surprise element.If you were in Chennai, you would be the undisputed queen of ‘one page stories.’