Prompt for November 8: Four Lines of Prose about Something that is Miniature

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ . Surprise! this is also from Alchemic Maiden. I hate to say that I’ve fallen behind again on my word count.]

The small pale orange creature just sat on his shoulder, one splayed hand gripping the cloth if his shirt while the other was holding onto the skin of his neck. It had these small brown stripes running from its head, I would imagine, all the way down to its tail. The same hue of brown colored its eyes; eyes that were far too big for its small, arrowheaded face but stared straight at me with its mouth opened wide just the same.

I couldn’t tell if the man acknowledged the creature on his shoulder or not.

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