A Knight's Tale“Are you sure about this?” I ask, looking at my companion, Sarah. Her features are masked, the campfire casting strange shadows, yet even as her face continues to shift, she is beautiful. Her features are slim, I can see them as clear as day, blue eyes sparkling with life and mischief; brown her falling in playful curls around her face, nestling gently on her shoulders. She smiles, and I know her lips are red, full of life, her teeth, pure as snow.A Knight's Tale7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“I’m never sure Matt, you know that.” She laughs, music to my ears, a chime signaling the butterflies within to awake. She moves next to me. Her hand, soft, delicate, pure, finds mine.
“We could be killed.” I reply, tightly squeezing her hand, knowing that my hands were opposite of hers, rough from years of hard labor, scabbed from conflict, and covered, forever, in the blood of those I had slain.
“I would die without you.” Her
Because Cafes Are Too RomanticWe're sitting in a coffee shop overlooking the docks. The foam heart in my coffee is slowly losing its form, each part drifting away from each other and becoming indistinguishable. She looks over at me, a look of boredom on her face. The tea in front of her has been deemed too hot to the touch, and I have made a similar jurisdiction in regards to my coffee.Because Cafes Are Too Romantic20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"So," she begins, drawing out the word to make it seem eternal, "whatever happened to him?"
"To whom?" I ask, though I know very well who she's referring to. For some reason I still believe feigning ignorance is a believable tactic for avoiding a topic. If anything, however, this just spurs her on.
"To that guy. Y'know, the one who, like, flipped out on you. Wasn't his name--"
I interrupt her, not wanting to hear his name. "Yeah, I know who you're talking about," I say. This contradicts my previous statement, but she doesn't seem to notice. Instead, she rips open a sugar packet and dumps the contents into her tea. I watch her. "It j