mythical creature

Jeff flicked a glance at Shean who was plonked in the armchair warming herself by the flaming embers.

“Have you heard about those gryphons?” asked Jeff nibbling cookies.

“Ooooh, the mystery deepens! Did they prepare a lavish slap-up dinner for you?” Shean batted her eyes smugly.

“Yep, when I stumbled upon them while bivouacking up the Alpine hills…use your noggins!”

In a little while, she mellowed.

“So, what did those ferocious, Argus-eyed mythical beings do?”

Slightly affronted now Jeff was browned off.

“They don’t browbeat anyone into storytelling.”

Fiction for the purposeful practitioner: 2020: week #44

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Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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