“Oh,
come on, Grindor,” I pleaded for the third time.
“Not
until Halloween,” he replied with a terse snap, his face stoic, his body frozen.
“Just
one pre-Halloween scare.” I climbed beside him and peeked over the fence. “There’s
a teenage boy walking this way toward your gate who’d make a great practice
target.”
“Nope,”
he said, trying unsuccessfully to knock me off balance with his left wing.
“It’ll
feel good to do just one little growl.”
A whiz
of loud pops sailed inches above my head, and I jumped behind my griffin
guardian who spread his protective wings wide.
The
teen burst through the open gate, gun in hand, and Grindor let out a horrific
roar, so loud that my teeth rattled.
From
behind, I winked at the boy with the bb gun, my five-dollar bill showing in his
jeans pocket.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original
ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that
resonate with her.
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