ficlets100 - number seven.
001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale
006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent
011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze
016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within
021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes
026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost
031.Pride
032. Death
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“A thing.”
“Yes. A thing. A big thing. I mean, it’s not- it’s not really big, but it’s… big enough to be - big. You know?”
“No.”
“Y-you should. Because. It’s the thing I wanted to talk to you about.”
“This big thing?”
“Yeah.” His glass was sparkling, sparkling cider on a cold summer’s day (wait), and he swirled it once to watch the light dance. He had to push his cap up to see it clearly, but doing that also made him see the guy next to him (with stupid-looking white hair and that even stupider-looking outfit), so he pushed it back down. “That thing.”
“What is it?”
“A thing.” He paused, thought on that, decided thinking made things too fuzzy, and drank more of his drink. Because that was what it was for. Drinking. “I-well. You know how you guys… You guys merged with sss-- Sleipnir ( ... )
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