More microfiction from Mastodon.
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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.
‘Yeah. Yes.’
Elf and vampire smiled shyly at each other.
A GIRL BUT ALSO
Its muzzle stopped inches from her face.… Read more