June 2024 Flash Lit 8.2 - Dragonfruit

The angel had a busy day ahead of them.  Being angelic, they didn’t actually sweat or get tired, but they did feel a little less like rejoicing than usual.

They started with digging the basilisks.  Once the stony flowers fell off the plants, it was time.  Clusters of the little lizards emerged from the soil and the angel scooped them into a bucket with high smooth sides so they wouldn’t escape prematurely.

 

The unicorns on the vine looked plump and ripe.  The angel focused on harvesting them into a basket.  Lack of focus meant tiny punctures all over their hands.  They didn’t hurt, but they didn’t look good, either.

 

Reaping the roc field took skill.  The angel had a scythe in one hand and a net in the other to scoop the fledglings into.  Once they were safely in the barn, the angel paused.

 

The dragon fruit were ready to be picked.  The angel sighed.  Some time later, singed around the edges, they brought a struggling bag to God.

 

“Your dragons, Lord.”