The Madman and the Nymph Dusk approaches swiftly as a young man walks down the street. He walks alone, but not quietly. He mumbles to himself, as if holding a great debate against a foe. A young girl, the same age in body and soul, walks on that very street, not far behind the young man. She is shy, for good reason. Corruption of the human soul is high here. It seems like this very town emits evil into its inhabitants. But a few, like the young girl on the street, remain pure.The Madman and the Nymph 6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young man cursed as he dropped a small wooden box he had been carrying. He bent down to pick it up, never stopping he conversation he was having with himself. That was when the young girl, who had been listening to him, stopped and watched him. He didn't hear her, nor did he see her, but he turned back to face her.
"What do you want, my shy friend? A bit late for someone to be walking about." He said politely, but with a grin.
"I... I know. But I wanted to tell you something." She said, almost in a whisper. She was standing bet