I believe I did 16 poems/stories for contests in February. I'm exhausted.
Remind me why I don't write short stories over 2,500 words. That's 9 flash fictions or numerous short poems, my preference. (Typos, spellcheck, read and reread, formatting... it took a couple hours just to make it presentable.)
So... a war between unicorns and merfolk? Why is there a problem to begin with? The water's edge is a liminal space (one of transition) that both species visit, especially mermaids and stallions. The narwhals negotiate a truce.
I have a couple days to rethink and edit this and make it into a static item, but I'm putting it here first.
"The suitcase had survived the storms of the seas, the jostle of rutted roads, the cold in the belly of the plane, the sway of the train.
Teddy was tired of traveling. He crawled into his chest to rest.
He dreamed of being held over a rail on a cruise, being caught when he almost fell into a puddle. He remembered a torn ear and being hugged. ..."