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‘We’ she’d said, and it was keeping him awake. Knuckles grazing the smooth, wooden planks beneath his bed, he lay there draped across the mattress all the same.
Talyn had come to think of Shade as a friend, or at least somebody he could be around. She was polished obsidian, the kind that made lethal, light-as-air arrowheads as well as the pretty baubles they sold in the Bazaar. And while he didn’t doubt her shiny, sharp edges, he knew her to be just as opaque. Faceted, beyond what drunken customers and tight-lipped co-workers might see.
She’d looked paler than he was used to seeing, limp and lethargic. Just a bit of blood loss and, nah, nothing to worry about at all. But it hadn’t taken much to get her talking. She had...
Micro Story Prompt: #6 "Illusion"
Talyn liked drawing faces. If one were to flip through his sketchbook, among the few pieces involving wildlife and a handful of more abstract shapes, the faces of those around him were what they’d see most of all.
He especially liked that unguarded expression people tended to wear when they felt nobody was looking; a blacksmith hard at work, or a mother watching her children at play- couples lost in the moment with one another during a stroll through the gardens, or arguing with a heat that only lovers can wield. Free from the everyday illusions people wore in place of their real feelings, it was the kind of thing charcoal and paper were made for. Just as it was the kind of thing he couldn’t really grasp beyond the marks on his...
