The Curiously Stunted, Incomprehensibly Disjointed, Perfectly Inadequate Adventures of Nicholas Cornelius Holloway – Episode 34

The flower strained her neck to watch the sun. The planet spun beneath her and carried her away from her beloved.

She slumped. Her petals drooped. Darkness fell.

A nightmouse asked, “Why so sad?”

A firefly sang, “Have hope! He’ll come again!”

When dawn broke, the yawning firefly and the blinking nightmouse listened for the flower’s melody.

But the wilted flower never woke.


“That’s a terrible story,” she said. “She should have trusted the sun.”

He nodded. “The sun is always shining somewhere.”

“The planet’s the problem. It shouldn’t spin.”

“Then all the flowers on one side would die.”

“But there could be moonflowers on that side.” There was triumph in her voice. “Tell it again. With moonflowers.”

The flower strained her neck to watch the moon as he arced away across the sky.

She glared at him. “You’re just really not a very good storyteller, are you?” she said.

The Curiously Stunted, Incomprehensibly Disjointed, Perfectly Inadequate Adventures of Nicholas Cornelius Holloway – Episode 33

“Dad was a hard-working ice dragon from the Old Country,” he said. “Mum comes from southern fire serpent noblesse.”

He balanced a tall stack of paper cups on one talon and inserted it into the dispenser.

“Mixed marriages were tough back then, and her family never really approved, but they made it work. Their love, you know…” He shook his head. “Nothing like it.”

“But it hasn’t made life easy, has it?” asked the reporter. “I mean the prejudices, the stereotypes.”

He nodded. “It’s not easy being a slush dragon – half fire, half ice. You gotta have an inner strength. But Mum and Dad taught us it’s what’s inside that counts.”

He pulled a cup and stared at it for a moment, then breathed into it, drizzled some syrup over it, and proffered it to the reporter.

“Snow cone?”