Fiction | Fantasy
Her Poor Gasoline Heart
How much can her heart take?
Every last boat belonging to the Fire People’s Southwestern Tribe has set sail, on their way to deliver loads of slaves to the Northeastern Tribes. So, the last group of enslaved Gasoline People must be transported by Hot Air Balloon. Many of the Fire People feel perfectly at home on the 500-foot-long hot air balloon, but Smelvin has always felt uncomfortable on it, despite the fact that he helped to build it.
But right now, this doesn’t faze him. He is entranced by the dancing Gasoline beauty, Daenera. Despite the fact that she and her family are being sold into slavery, they all sing, and she cannot stop dancing. Her positivity is marvelous. Their eyes lock. Smelvin feels a spark.
“Daenera!” Smelvin holds up his pet mourning dove, the one animal that can withstand the flames of the Fire People. “I dove you love you!”
Daenera smiles but everyone else aboard the Hot Air Balloon cracks up with laughter. Smelvin blushes behind his glowing ember cheeks. It sounded great in his head.
Smelvin’s two brothers approach, laughing louder than everyone. Timotheen and Bradz.
“Oh boy, here he goes with another one!” Timotheen screams with laughter.
