Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: Odd Otters
I stand with my old friend, Zachariah, at my son’s grave.
“Franchesca, if adopting a human would hurt you so badly— why do it in the first place?” Zachariah inquires.
Otterman was a strange boy. Orphaned by a rogue vampire attack, yet he showed no fear when he became part of my clan.
It seems like moments ago that the child was swimming with mermaids.
As a man, he married a nymph.
In his old age, he harassed harpies.
“Zachariah, all of it was well worth it.” I brush the leaves off his tombstone. “Rest well—my odd little otter.”