Welcome to this week’s installment of many micro stories, ranging in length from 100 words to 500 words.
With each story we hope to deliver a little whimsy into the lives of our readers.
THE UPLIFTED BANNERMAN
“Ahh… that sweet summer breeze,” Waylan said with a contented smile.
He had been looking out to sea from the clifftop watchtower, watching the waves for marauding ships while the coastal winds violently accosted his hair and tabard. He took in the fresh smell of the salty air, the sound of gulls, and the ruffling of the great banner hanging beneath him on the remote structure’s wall, strapped down by rope to prevent the winds from taking it.
He never really understood the need for such a flag. The guards knew which land they were defending. So, he amused himself into assuming it was there to inform marauders and invaders of which land they were assaulting. A charitable courtesy to be sure.
A strange noise carried on the wind. He looked down and saw something moving across the water, too fast to be a ship. When he heard the noise again, it seemed beastly, making him realise he’d seen a shadow on the water. He looked up to see what had cast it.
“Dragon,” he yelled, before blasting panicked air into his horn.
Men soon charged out onto the grounds below while he quickly unlocked the mounted ballista. Someone would be up soon to help him use it while those who spilled out onto the clifftop grounds would make an attack by longbow.
Ignoring the arrows, deflecting off its natural armour, the red-scaled beast drew close, and with a flash of infernal heat, it unleashed flames upon the roof. Waylan managed to dive out of the way, behind the roof’s bulwark. The fire washed past as the beast circled around and went low.
Whatever was happening down there, the tower shook and unravelling ropes could be heard sliding fast through metal rings. As Waylan made to look over the edge, he was engulfed by the great banner that whipped up and wrapped over him.
Caught in the wind, it pushed him across the tower roof. As he made to reach low and fling it off, it inflated in the wind, puffing out, and lifted him off his feet before he could let go. Suddenly, there was no tower beneath his feet anymore. Gliding backwards and terrified, he saw the assailing beast blast its fiery breath through the tower’s entrance in a sustained burst that made the structure shake.
By the time his feet were close enough to the ground, the tower was beginning to crumble with flames licking out of its windows. Men were on fire, falling off the cliff, or fleeing towards the nearby woods. Realising he could either let go and run or let the wind-catching banner carry him down to the shore below, Waylan followed the gust.
The dragon looked curiously at the man floating down past the precipice, being carried along the coast by the wind. Assuming the creature beyond placation by flattery or begging, he awkwardly addressed the beast by clearing his throat.
“Ahh… that sweet summer breeze,” Waylan said, attempting a contented smile.
Barend Nieuwstraten III grew up and lives in Sydney, Australia, where he was born to Dutch and Indian immigrants. He has worked in film, short film, television, music, and online comics. He is now primarily working on a collection of stories set within a high fantasy world, a science fiction alternate future, often dipping his toes in horror in the process. With over eighty stories published in anthologies, he continues to work on short stories, stand-alone novels, and an epic series.
A discovery writer not knowing what will happen when he begins typing, he endeavours to drag his readers on the same unknown journey through the fog of his subconscious.
If you enjoyed this story you can find it and more in the Hawthorn & Ash 2023 anthology.
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