Short Story: The Flamingo in Her House

There was a fabulous flamingo in her house.

… Why?

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.

No flamingo.


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

Posted on December 10, 2019, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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