365 Days of Drabbles: Day One Hundred-Sixteen
For aldersprig: "Chains"
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"Alinadar," Salli said, "why aren't you asleep?"
"Sorry, I can't," Ali said, rubbing the base of her throat as she sat up in bed. "I wore Miss... Lady Melanie's collar for so long, it just doesn't feel right without it."
Nearly ten years, by Salli's reckoning. She added insomnia to the list of sins she was making against her sister-in-law. "I don't want you to wear..." she stopped at Ali's sinking expression. "Only this once," she amended.
The chain she found was heavy with pure silver, and fitted close to Ali's throat.
Salli didn't ask why she'd carried the lock.
* * *
"Alinadar," Salli said, "why aren't you asleep?"
"Sorry, I can't," Ali said, rubbing the base of her throat as she sat up in bed. "I wore Miss... Lady Melanie's collar for so long, it just doesn't feel right without it."
Nearly ten years, by Salli's reckoning. She added insomnia to the list of sins she was making against her sister-in-law. "I don't want you to wear..." she stopped at Ali's sinking expression. "Only this once," she amended.
The chain she found was heavy with pure silver, and fitted close to Ali's throat.
Salli didn't ask why she'd carried the lock.