Sahir looked up from the monarch’s bloated corpse on the shore at the child’s tear-stained face, deftly flicking his hand skywards. “Princeling, we must return you to your family’s alcázar immediately.”
The boy gawked as a closed door in a sturdy frame plummeted earthwards from above the clouds, swinging open just before alighting askew upon the dunes. Tenderly, the magic-user winked, “It’s a neat toy, yes? Now… go quickly! You have not a moment to spare!”
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
Love the title and the magic!
💝🙏🏻 Sara 🙏🏻💝
You tease with tidbits, engage the imagination, and leave me wanting more.
💓🙏🏻 Susie 🙏🏻💓 ~ how kind; thanks 😊
Ah! Magical, David. ❤️✨
🧡🙏🏻 Punam 🙏🏻🧡
A fascinating piece about royal magic making David. Perhaps this bit of wizardry got a little out of hand… 🤔 Always enjoy reading your work my friend… ✌🏼❤️
🥰🙏🏻 thanks, Rob 🙏🏻🥰