Witchy Conversation

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

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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.

Witchy Conversation

This week I’m going to be giving you a snippet of a conversation between two characters. These are plucked from my mind as I sit sipping my Cold Brew.

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Unedited Conversation

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“What did you do that for?” Larry stared at the huge dent in the plaster he’d replaced a month ago.

“Why do you think?”

“Not sure. All I did was give you a reason you did not need that damn book to cast a spell.”

“You said I didni’t need it, so I got rid of it.”

“You could not have laid it down?”

“Could have, but aiming at you head was a better idea.”

“You missed me by a mile.” Larry shook his head at his lover of ten years.

“Meant to.”

“You meant to, but you aimed for my head?” Another shake of his head. “Rex, which did you mean?”

Rex sighed. “Look,” he lifted his hands and stared at his palms. “These skills you have said I had for the last ten years have not improved. I still can not cast a damn spell from that book. The book you said belonged to my mom and dad.”

“It does.” Larry walked over to Rex and took his head, tugging him to the sofa. “Not all spells can come from a book.”

“Then where.”

“Your heart.” He rested his hand over there. “I have read that book. Each spell in there is handwritten.”

“So?”

“That means that the spell were created by someone among your family history.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He rubbed his lover’s chest. “Stop and open your mind. Let it guide you. Let your heart spin the words to life. Then chant them. Let them come to life inside your head then flow from your sexy ass lips.”