Short Story: The Flamingo in Her House
There was a fabulous flamingo in her house.
Not just why. How? She made sure she locked every door and window before she left in the morning. How can something as large as a flamingo get in?
She rubbed her heavy eyes and looked again.
She must be tired. Of course a flamingo wouldn’t mysteriously appear in her house. She should take a nap.
She headed straight for her bedroom.
Behind her, the flamingo faded back into view.
“Is this why you weren’t surprised when you got turned into a flamingo?” said a voice through the medallion.
“Something like that,” the flamingo said, “So, where is the shard in this time period?”
“Take a guess.”
“… My old bedroom.”
“Got it in one.”
The flamingo sighed and muttered. “Should have gone to a real doctor.”
“What was that?”
Genre: fantasy, time travel