More flash fiction this week, in response to another of Chuck’s challenges. This time I even got it in under the deadline.
“I love you,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” said Ivy.
We stood there on the balcony, across the great rotunda from each other, the cruel stones of the bishop’s whispering gallery reflecting her words to me. The blisters on my right hand began to itch again, beneath the rags I had wrapped them in, still raw and hot from where I had burned myself on the cooking pot two days before.
The maiden looked at me, the kitchen boy, with sadness in her eyes, the empty air between us growing wider by the moment.
“I’m not,” I said.
UpdateFitness: Ran 5 miles
Sun, Moon, and Stars: 540 words, 407 seven-day average, 282 average, 49106 total, 1394 to go for the week; 14-day streak