Sorcha Monk
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There Were Five of Them
There were five of them, which was two more than I'd been expecting. “How many fingers did you use for your pinch?” Her voice was like I imagined a frog might sound if it swallowed a plump baby turtle and the shell was fighting against making it down the gullet.
By Sorcha Monk 4 years ago in Fiction
Dissun and Dudderun
The irritated woman opened the door with a force that ruffled hairs of the corpulent pomp’s mustache. She checked to see that his officious, ring-fingered fist hadn’t knocked loose the talisman made of dog and horse hair wrapped around a piece of chalk. The last thing she wanted was to have to go back to the old crone who’d made it for her and get another one. Goblin repellant was expensive, and the crone had bad breath and talked a lot.
By Sorcha Monk 4 years ago in Fiction
Marigold For My Tea
It was the middle of August, and the countryside was well into summer. The air was warm and slightly humid. Green leaves covered the trees, giving shade to the children beneath and coverage for those hiding in the branches. In the fields surrounding the village the crops grew tall and animals grazed, and in the kitchens jars were being prepared for pickling and preserving. The people felt good about the upcoming harvest and that they would be well prepared for the winter that would follow.
By Sorcha Monk 4 years ago in Fiction
The Goblin's Eyes
The goblin had her mother’s eyes, as was common. She also had her grandmother’s and her great-grandmother’s. She kept them in a bag tied to her belt. When her daughter was old enough, she would get the bag along with this goblin’s eyes. It was the tradition.
By Sorcha Monk 4 years ago in Fiction
