Check out this great short story from Kawanee Hamilton’s blog.
“Nice doing business with you, Ollie.” A sweaty mountain of a man with spidery wisps of hair, close-set eyes and a gap-toothed smile nodded his great head once as he unloaded a single crate into the dusty clearing. When he was done, he grinned and headed up the gangplank. “See ya around…”
“Wish I could say the same, Dorsey. Wait, that’s it? Where are my clothes?”
“Keepin’ em,” Dorsey grunted with his rusty voice. “Gonna rifle through ‘em and smell them.”
“That’s just great!” Oliana Loire threw her hands up in disgust as her ship rose into the night sky without her. There was a fleeting pang of despair as she mourned the loss of her home, her belongings her security and perhaps even more importantly, her first bounty. Quite a good one for a newbie. As she stared up at the retreating ship, the image of Dorsey’s scaled hands…
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