Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Toadstone

We pulled up to the tollbooth and I glanced at the passenger seat.

"What are you looking at me for?" the toad grumbled.

"I dunno," I said. "In the stories, whenever there's an obstacle, the magical animal says stuff like, 'Do exactly what I say and don't ask questions. Strike me dead and cut open my belly,' and then the hero finds a jewel or something in there and is able to pay the ferryman or buy a new horse or whatever."

The toad goggled. "Fuck that noise," it said. "Here, help me look on the floor for loose change."

2 comments:

Grayson said...

Love this.

M. L. C. Stratford said...

really great. found this through googling "toadstone"; look forward to reading some more of your stories. also, the word "flitterfic" is absolutely brilliant.