Fantasy Drabble #8 “Environmental Protection”

At the river, I stopped to water the horse. She popped up while I was washing my face.


“…yes?” I answered, averting my eyes, holding still.

“The town upstream of here, it has a name?”

Since I didn’t know anyone who lived there, I answered. “Yes, miss. It’s called Roddy’s Town.”

“Roddy’s Town.”

“Yes, miss.”

“Thank you.” The water nymph disappeared into the current… became the current.

When I passed that way again some days later, I visited Roddy’s Town. I didn’t find a living soul. There was quite an impressive pile of waterlogged garbage on the docks, though.

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