He hurried home across the park, hands thrust deep into his pockets. The moon was too sickly to light his path, leaving the lake a looming void.
The sound startled him. He tripped over a root and barely caught himself.
The duck waddled to his feet and glared up at him.
‘I don’t have anything,’ he told it. He’d had no notion that ducks could be nocturnal. He turned away, only to come up short when faced with another pair of beady eyes.
‘Shoo. Go on.’ He waved it away with his briefcase. He liked ducks, normally. Found their brazen begging endearing.… Read more
Red light gleamed from the dark hollows of her eyes. Her skin grew aged and leathery as parchment. She bared cruelly pointed teeth.
‘This is what I am,’ she said. ‘This is what the hunger does to me. And I have been alone such a long time …’
He took a deep breath. ‘So have I.’ His pale shape flickered, like an image losing signal. ‘But I’m willing to try, if you are.’
‘Try,’ she said. She put her hand on his, and it didn’t pass through. ‘Yes, we could try.’
Image by Rondell Melling from Pixabay.… Read more
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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.
Elf and vampire smiled shyly at each other.
A GIRL BUT ALSO
Its muzzle stopped inches from her face.… Read more