Yes, I wrote even more science fiction and fantasy Very Short Stories! These appeared on Twitter on the hashtags #scififri, #satsplat, and #vss365! I hope you enjoy them!
"WILLOW! Bring me that antidote!" His slave stumbled into the room, tripping over her feet. He poked her with his cane.
"Hurry!" Her hands shook as she poured a drink into his mouth. He cursed.
"Wrong one, stupid girl!" He fell, his mouth foaming.
Willow smiled.
Water poured out of the sea caves and frothed at the bottom of the cavern, tearing at the rock with hungry force.
"They call this place Charybdis," he said. "If someone fell down there, they'd be torn to pieces."
Was that what had happened to her sister? she thought.
She dropped her eyes and blushed, looking pretty and demure. It gave her the opportunity to give surreptitious glance at their guests' weapons. The milk-faced boy carried a fine sword, Damascus steel. His fingers drifted to the hilt like he knew how to use it.
The cauldron boiled and seethed. Frothy black effervescence floated to the top. She sprinkled a couple of milky eyes into the brew. At last, when the smell burnt her nostrils, she poured him a tumbler full.
"There," she said. "The strongest hangover cure I can make."
The delicate butterflies flit over the surface of the lake, their wings silver and blue in the moonlight. They float around the waterfall and vanish in the mist.
"Where do they go?" I whisper.
"No one knows," Gran says. "But mayhap the fairies."