Along the fog-shrouded road, trees appeared as islands lining a coast. I trudged on, responsibilities heavy, wet shoes leaving no wake.

The road ended at a stream. A brightly-colored skiff glowed through the fog. The elf beckoned, musical voice enticing. “Come sail with me.”

Hand in theirs, I stepped aboard.

Verity Duncan (she/her) works in quality assurance, gets distracted by stories, drinks flat whites.