Postcards: Cryptic Wisdom

Image of public art: a girl wearing a blue dress; her head is a shark's head.
I’ve been unfairly judged all my life. I look “scary” and I’m reprimanded anytime I get excited—they call it a “frenzy.” As a pup, I got sent to the principal’s office all the time. Every single time, he asked if I’d bit someone. I never bit anyone. Not as a kid, anyway.

Finally, in my 30s, I got properly diagnosed. I realized I wasn’t bad, just different. I sought out others like me and made real human connections. Friendships, then more. I do a lot of biting now, recreationally, and it’s wonderful.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
~Shark Girl
Image of giant metal horse heads at night, illuminated in many colors.
Town Clerics,

Our river has seen many deaths. Whether accidental or malicious, we consider them offerings to be accepted with gratitude. These recent women, though… So many women murdered in our river. “Witches,” you called them. But we see them for what they were: a community of loving women who dared to live differently. We do not accept these offerings. Tonight, we rise up in vengeance to claim our choice of tributes. Get your affairs in order.

Sincerely,
The Kelpies

Postcards: Thanks a million!

Image of a medieval fish wearing an Elizabethan collar and holding some foliage in the arm just in front of its dorsal fin.
Dear Aldrovandi Veterinary Clinic,
Thank you for operating on my fish. I was at my wit’s end with his soliloquizing; his rhymes were slanted at best and he was shaky on iambic pentameter. He’s quiet now, and the collar you provided keeps him from mouthing at the stitches. But they’ve opened up nonetheless—and an arm sprouted from the incision! Is this an expected side effect? He’s taken to grabbing whatever he can get his hand on and brandishing it like a sword, guarding it like treasure, or proffering it to other fish like a bouquet. He really is quite a strange fish. Any advice would be appreciated!
Best,
Philippa
Image of scale versions of the Kelpie statues in Scotland—large metal horses. A man is touching the snout of one of them.
Dearest Wizard,
It’s almost time. I couldn’t have done it without your spellwork to weld animating incantations into the metal. I’ve been tinkering with the beauties, building variations on a theme. My enemies think the two in the water are the largest. They think those and the “scale models” are the sum total of my “art.” No one knows how many kelpies I’ve raised. Gorgeous metal monsters of all sizes, who shall soon rampage and rid this island of my foes… and any unlucky bystanders. Consider this your warning: leave Scotland immediately.
With love and gratitude,
The Artist