Stories tagged “nadya”

  • Festival Frolics

    A wide, cobblestoned street, warm with the crush of bodies flowing down it, was the scene of a swaying, shining festival. Strings of pastel lanterns glittered overhead, illuminating the swirling scarves and glittering jewelry of the festival-goers. The...

  • He's Funny, Vita

    “Come on, Nadya! We’re gonna be late and you know how your mama gets…” “Alright. I don’t want her to be mad at you. Mama’s scary when she’s mad.” “Yeah, she is.” Vita and Nadya weaved their way through the crowd, their small statu...

  • Perceptive

    “It’s alright, little ones. I don’t mind.” The man had a strange accent as well. It made Vita think of the cold drinks her mama made sometimes in the summer. “You’re from an ice-land, aren’t you, mister!” Vita said, her dark head cocked...

  • It's Important

    A tall, willowy young woman turned from a table at the back of the tent. She was dressed in flowing purple and silver robes that matched her dark, violet eyes. Her long black tresses were pinned at the back of her head. Her face wore an annoyed look.

  • Invitation

    “Nadya. I do not care how many times Cato comes in. He needs guidance, and you know that full well. He will perhaps be a fortune teller himself someday.” Nadya rolled her eyes and squirmed. Her mother grabbed her arm and kneeled down to look her in...

  • Sastipe

    “Shuttup, Nads.” Cato stood up, pushed his hand through his hair, and loped over to the tent flap. “Let’s see this foreigner, shall we?” He pushed the tent open to reveal Vita chatting excitedly to the stranger, still holding his arm. “Welc...

  • Trade In

    “Mommy, mommy!” Seven kids rushed into the room led by my daughter. Breathless she ran, tiny shoes tapping against the hard wood floor, and threw her arms around me, trembling. “What’s wrong, Nadya?” “I didn’t ...

  • Tractors and Lost Children

    The bright afternoon sun barely penetrated the overlapping branches of the pine trees. The forest was dense and even though there was no wind, a cold chill permeated it. I rubbed my arms for warmth as I ventured deeper. “Charlie!” I called ...