Rosie’s Revelation ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“I don’t want to see the visions anymore. They are wrong.” Her mom cupped her face between her hands. “How can you say that? God is talking to you.”
“I don’t want to see the visions anymore. They are wrong.” Her mom cupped her face between her hands. “How can you say that? God is talking to you.”
She was pretty alright, but beyond that there was something in the way she looked at him, with the ghost of a smile on her lips.
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Every time I get home, there’s a naked body in the bed. It’s always the same body, female, 30’s, just lying there, pale in the early morning gloom…
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The little defect of my kind is widely known, it’s how we are identified by prospective hunters. See, when we fall in love, we undergo certain… changes.
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My first instinct was to protest that I wasn’t a vohiek, but the Prince went on. “I should have killed you when I had the chance. I might, still.”
“Any prince or noble would be glad to have that pure blood in their dynasty. Instead of cleaning shit for aristocrats…”
“My… my lord… will you dance the Opening Dance with me…?” the Princess breathed, half her bashful sigh muffled by that famed golden fall of hair.
“And I wish I could just keep silent, I don’t know how I look to you, probably just a fluid being, existing only in your words…”
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