Flash

[312z]

The coin lands on the sandy carpet of the beach, splitting the wave-carved patterns wide open, revealing gaping chasms into the worlds beneath. Thick threads swing ponderously over the holes, ribbing the fabric with its remains.

A magic carpet does not fly; there are better ways to travel.

The Panda calls it.

The carpet was made by the blind,

Comments

[autumnsea]

I hate that you can write so well. I love that you do. I wish I could write stories and tales like this. You have a gift, you really do.

That last line "That's what makes it so delicious" is perfect. Just something about how it sounds when read.

[312z]

I'm beginning to like that Panda.

Unfortunately I think this was his
last appearance for a good while.