More microfiction from Mastodon.
OUT OF TOUCH
She tucked her hair behind pointed ears, avoiding his gaze. ‘I meant to write.’
‘Me too.’ He fiddled with the edge of his cape.
‘It’s just … you know, life has been busy.’
‘What’s it been … one, two hundred years?’
It had been three hundred, but she didn’t want to remind him. She’d let their friendship slip through the cracks. They just led such different lives …
‘Do you wanna grab a potion?’ he asked.
Elf and vampire smiled shyly at each other.
A GIRL BUT ALSO
Its muzzle stopped inches from her face.… Read more