3 more 3 sentence fics, all based on my current WiPs.
Romaine’s job meant he didn’t feel he had the time to devote to a pet, though he had put word around that he owned a dog. This was to assure anyone seeing him in Wolf form that it was just their quiet neighbour’s pet, and to explain any ‘dog fur’ on his clothes. Being your own pet was a good option for a shapeshifter.
Bryony had never been afraid of storms. Now she embraced them. She was the eye of the storm, the centre of the maelstrom, the weaver of the wind, mistress of the rain, and it was glorious.
A drink in his hand, the moon above him, the memory of the pleasant evening meal he’d shared with his closest friends – his family. Sean had a vocation and purpose; was loving and loved. What more could one want?