15 minute ficlet
Eight minutes, actually -- and I'm going to use that as an excuse for any quality control posts.
Bastard. He'd known the whole time. Dated the letters just so, sent them just that side of late, given her just enough time to free herself from his embrace, run to the field and watch the lovely, graceful, silvery things shy away, delicate horns glinting in the moonlight. She bowed her head, shamefully aware of the creamy-red threads that slithered down her inner thighs.
Then she looked up, saw the skeletal horses that grazed by the lakeside - all cool bones and uncomplicated wings. Then she knew that he didn't know at all. Then she truly knew.
She brushed a pale hand between her legs, raised it to her lips. Licked, and smiled.
Not unfinished business, after all.
Bastard. He'd known the whole time. Dated the letters just so, sent them just that side of late, given her just enough time to free herself from his embrace, run to the field and watch the lovely, graceful, silvery things shy away, delicate horns glinting in the moonlight. She bowed her head, shamefully aware of the creamy-red threads that slithered down her inner thighs.
Then she looked up, saw the skeletal horses that grazed by the lakeside - all cool bones and uncomplicated wings. Then she knew that he didn't know at all. Then she truly knew.
She brushed a pale hand between her legs, raised it to her lips. Licked, and smiled.
Not unfinished business, after all.