Humidity
Serina breathed in sticky air, like syrup in her lungs, and wished for the hundredth time she hadn’t said yes to Carlos. Why had she said yes.
He stood a few feet away, coat flapping in the breeze, glasses gleaming in the sunlight this damned Island had too much of, scroll proffered for perusal. Maybe she was the fool then and not he, for she stood sweating and panting while he smiled at maps and charts.
But there was a treasure… A smile spread on Serina’s face, and she swept her thumb over her sword’s hilt. Yes, there was that.
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Drabbles and Dabbles
Short StoryDrabbles: Use only 100 words, and tell us a story. That's the challenge, if you choose to accept it. Don't waste words, and use no more and no less than precisely one hundred words. Go! (You'll find mine in the pages that follow) Dabbles: Every so o...
