Continuing on with the Viking theme, here’s an excerpt from a short story I’m working on, “There Are No Vikings in Montana.” Jill has been seeing some weird stuff recently – a chupacabra and a walking tree, among other things – and now she thinks she’s seeing a Viking too. She’s finally confronted him, and he’s informed her the tree is actually a dryad.
“A dryad,” I repeated, my tone dripping with disbelief.
“Yes, it is a tree spirit.”
“I know what a dryad is.”
Again, his look that implied I was an idiot.
I hurried to explain, “Dryads aren’t real. Or Vikings either, for that matter.”
Before I could move away, he reached over and pinched my arm, then asked, “Could I do that if I were not real?”
“Fine, maybe you’re real, but I’m still not buying the whole dryad thing.”
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