55 Fiction – Steampunk

Saw this photo and couldn’t resist:

 

Porcupine quills.

He used them for hair.

Scissors.

He used them for eyes.

Water.

He used it to breathe.

And fire to kill.

When the elevator doors opened I ran.

Whoosh. Slap. His webbed feet followed.

He called after me. Told me his name.

Archenitzer H. Stubblefield.

I laughed, breathless.

 

 

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