Witchy Conversation

Once again, this week I’m doing some short, unedited, conversational flash fiction. Hope you enjoy.

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unedited, conversational flash fiction

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Drake shook his head, sighing. “Listen, Tomas, it just ain’t going to happen.”

“Why not? We are great together.”

“Stop.” He took a step away from him, stopping him from touching him. “Last night, should not have happened.”

“Why not? Fun, wasn’t it?”

“Yet, but - -“

“Then it can happen again.”

“It can’t.”

“Why?”

“I have a . . . I’m involved with a . . . It just can’t happen. It should not have happened in the first place.”

“That it shouldn’t have.” Drake winched at the sharp tone that pieced his heart each time he heard it. He didn’t like Roman, but they had been bethoted to one another since they were ten.

“Where did you . . . How did you . . .”

Drake took in another deep breath and moved so he blocked the path to Tomas. “Let’s keep this between us.”

“Yes, lets.”

Drake went to Roman’s outstretched hand, and let him pull him into the crook of his arm.

“Time we went home.”

“Not this way. It’s not - -“ Why had he bothered? Roman grew up in the Witch Society, where they had no qualms about who saw them do magic. They didn’t care if a mere human knew that Warlords existed.

“What the . . .”

Drake shook his head as Tomas’ words faded away as his entire body did.