I’ve been gone from the blogosphere for a long time. As I come back, it’s only fitting that I would join in Priceless Joy’s writing challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thank you, TJ Paris, for providing the inspiring photo prompt this week. If you haven’t heard of or joined this challenge, please try it out. It’s a great way to connect with others and share stories. Check out PJ’s blog for more details and entertaining entries. You won’t regret it.
Now, to the story:
A hush lies over the library, only punctured by the scratch of quills. I drift to the chair in the corner, minding the warmth of the sun on my shoulders.
This can’t go on. I must tell him to stop. It’s not right. Not proper. He’s not my… But my heart beats faster every time I peel back a page and find a note.
I used to blush something fierce, but the guards sent to accompany my every step are none the wiser. They believe the tint in my cheeks to be the silly merriments of a young damsel with her books.
Maybe they’re right. I move the hardback closer, running my finger over the note. In a few days, my . . . that other man . . . my Chosen . . . he’ll take my neck to his teeth. And I shall take his. That’s true love, yes? Not this flutter in my chest from a note. I need to believe that. Have to.