prompt: sun ?
Send me a prompt and I'll write a 4-5 sentence drabble about it.
the heat trickles down her backin salt rivers that her mother, adoe, licks until it makes sigyncry out to her father, the oakthat sways above them bigand strong.
“tell her to stop LICKING at me, the sun won’t stop burning so i won’t stop sweating. i’ll never be clean, faðir!”
she is SIX and she has horns and sometimesthe coat of a goat or the eyes of a little fox butmostly she has the foul mouth of a bratty littleAESIR, or maybe a naughty little GIANT, andfor that her doe mother bites her where shelicks.
better to be burning and sweating than bittenby your mother for telling all the trees you’re anungrateful daughter.
