No critique here, just a great story. This one is longer than what I usually share, but I got through it pretty fast. That’s probably a good sign. I’m starting to really like Esther Davis, though I have only read a few of her pieces. I like her style, clean and direct, probably because it’s like my own. No experiments, no tricks, just plain good writing. I love the main character in this story. For some reason Heather reminds me of Granny Weatherwax in how unfazed she is by everything, so willful and resolute, yet capable of putting up with the idiots around her. Bravo!

Esther Davis

by Esther Davis

“Go ahead. Flood the whole city over your petty grudge. You’re the Lady Monte, after all.” How Heather itched to spit that into Her Royal Plumpness’s face. Or maybe just glare. Glaring worked.

Heather handed the unconscious child to her nephew then splashed down the roadside to the next victim. She weaved through the scattered furniture and scanned the flooded street for any people they might have missed. Her knee-high boots should’ve kept the water out, but the moisture still managed to find crevices to seep though, sloshing between Heather’s toes and making them even prunier.

An Aqua Hound stood on the flood’s surface, sniffing at the hair plastered to a servant’s face. Heather squinted at the hound. All the other water Elementals had Melted. Was Lady Monte still around, or did her spell just need a few more minutes to wear off?

Heather fished a pebble…

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