Ten - A strange and twisted dance performed now at the wrong time, for the wrong people
Ha! This one grabs me.
OK, at last a spare moment to post a few. . . from various sources of inspiration (maybe you'll recognize some):
A night-loving fir tree, bedeviled by the everpresent glow of streetlights.
A tired watchman at rest in the Citadel, testing the air for dragon smoke in his sleep.
The newly widowed daughter of an incense-maker, dressed in her nephew's clothes to flee the crushing blow of an edict forbidding her from fragrance.
A raft of ghost food, rocketing through the landscape on eighteen wheels to reach its destination just-in-time. . .
A generous tree, holding a magical plum in her highest branches.
The turncoat's envoy, tensely waiting in the pre-dawn shadows of a tomb, coded message in hand.
An spindly orphan girl with the strength of ten men.