“No
soliciting.”
Sauron*
#quote
Today I read
some comics I bought at the convention our club hosted(we did have
several vendors). I enjoyed them and they were very well written.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Tin Men
Stray magic
tends to gravitate towards tin. And when enough of it fills a can and
that can, now enchanted with the gift of movement, moves towards more
cans. These cans collect and form bodies of their own. Stacking on
each other like a child placing building blocks on each other they
create tin bodies. These creatures, like the people they imitate,
migrate to meet each other. Packs form and they live their tin lives
until their magic drains or some ailment of the metal takes them,
like rust.
The garbage
collectors don't tell you their secret, that they take the bodies of
these tin things and recycle them. After all, the scrap from these
creatures is better re-used then left to damage the Earth. The tin
people try to manage to create some sort of tombstone for the ones
that pass away, a little thing from the dumpster they came from might
do. Some memento to mark the life of a fallen tin man.
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