Memory and Sight

He adjusted his blindfold. ‘What do you think?’

Her eyes tracked the clouds as they rolled across the azure sky.

‘It’s beautiful,’ she replied. She shifted where she lay on the grass, disturbing her hair. It hissed and resettled, scales sliding against scales. ‘I mean … I remembered that it was beautiful, but in my head … it was like a painting. This is something else.’

‘What else would you like to see?’

She smiled, sharp-toothed and joyful. ‘Everything.’

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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.

 

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