Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: “Pipe Lore”
A Batoni Dreamweaver delicately placed glittering pinches of sand in his storyteller’s pipe. The levels of sapphire, ruby, and amber dust were enough to get him through a few performances.
“Have you heard that the people of the North inhale smoke through their instruments?” His coworker commented as she prepared her tool.
“You must mean they blow smoke to tell songs.” The newbie looked confused.
“No, really, they inhale the fumes for pleasure!” She responded.
“That’s weird.” The Dreamweaver blew on his ivory pipe. The magically infused plume of sparkling particles took the form of a dancing princess.