365 Days of Drabbles: Day Fifty-Two

Catching up again, on account of having to take my cat Rascal to the vet last evening. :(

For drhoz: "Parasitic butterflies."

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"Swan? Swaaaan!" Maria called, treading through the elvenwood. Her youngest daughter, always precocious, had gone off the track just as her father had instructed her not to. Better to find her before Tez was given cause to lecture.

"There you are," Maria said, stepped into a clearing. Swan sat in a beam of light coming through the trees, as a dozen butterflies in twice as many colors swirled around. She smiled as one landed on her cheek, then another, and then another…

Then Maria was trying beat them away and tear them from her daughter as Swan began to scream…

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365 Days of Drabbles: Day Fifty-Three

For drhoz: "Whales and necromancy"

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"What is that idiot doing?" the captain asked, peering through his binoculars. The other boat was keeping a healthy mile from his own whaler, its decks empty except for a lone naked man, who stared at them, holding his bleeding palm over the water.

"Captain, pod of blues coming under the stern," the XO reported. "Looks like they're gonna breach."

"Who cares? They're illegal, today at least."

The first blue breached, the whale impossibly close, passing less than two meters from their stern, ribs showing through green and rotting skin, eye sockets empty.

Then the rest began battering the hull…