The kelpie stood faithfully on the shore, waiting for its rider. It was a majestic creature, with flanks the rich brown of lake stone and a flowing mane of seaweed green.
All day it would wait, standing atop the gently rolling waves.. Occasionally it would trot out to crop at the seaweed just below the surface.
It was a docile, well-trained mount. If anyone should happen to climb upon its back, it would carry them home. It never occurred to the kelpie that unlike her master, the prince of an undersea kingdom, the people of the surface couldn’t breathe underwater.

“Clue” by treehouse1977 is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.