Micro Fic #4

[meridian_rose]

Written for various challenge prompts:

Six word prompts

Dream:
Sun, sand, lapping waves; total contentment.

Nightmare:
She smiled, revealing sharp, deadly, fangs.

One sentence prompts

Start
Later, he'd look back and see that this, this single seemingly inconsequential action, was where it all began.

Fool
He fiddled with the bowtie, feeling like a fool; he'd honestly rather defuse a bomb than try to make small talk at some obnoxious gathering of the rich and privileged.

Exact drabbles (100 words)

You Can't Be Serious
"Vampires."

"I know what I saw." Her face was serious, no hint of her usual sunny disposition in her tight lips and narrowed eyes. It seemed less and less likely that she was playing a trick on him and more and more likely that she was delusional.

"You can't be serious."

She nodded fervently. "I am. He is a vampire."

"Vampires do not exist," he protested, trying to reason with her. "They're mythological creatures, fictions of our subconscious, symbols of our deepest desires and fears; sex, death, blood."

"They don't exist?"

"No."

She pointed behind him. "Tell that to him."

An awful dream

She climbs into his bed, her feet and hands freezing as she cuddles up against him. He turns, pulls her close. She's shaking, and not just from the cold.

"You're freezing." He kisses her hair, wraps as much of his own body around her as he can. She shivers violently against him and he says nothing more, just whispering comforting noises.

When she's warmer and calmer, he asks what's wrong.

"I had the most awful dream."

"What about?"

She shakes her head. "I can't say. Not while it's dark."

So he simply holds her, and they both sleep until morning.



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