Vignettes,  Works



Written for the Watermill Grimoire Project.

“So you want to know something about me? Well, what fancies ya?” Kala sniffed, his lava rock nostrils flaring.

“I’m from Bali, but not originally mind you. I’ve been many a place and Bali wasn’t my favorite. Not a bad sort, just not my favorite. No, I’m from Java, the old Java when times were dust and people vain. Eh, things probably haven’t changed much have they?” Kala’s eyes ground in circles, itching the ear.

His eyes stopped, he crunched his teeth together, and let his stone tongue run across his lips as if parched. “You know what, I could go for some greens. Do you have any greens? Spicy stuff and not right once inside, but the taste,  now that is hard to beat. You’re not a spirit are you? I hope not. I’m supposed to eat you if you are. I get awful hungry. You’re probably not a spirit though. You best leave before I do get hungry. Come back again though. Not many people talk to me. Eating them probably doesn’t help.”

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