This is a fantasy short story that also showcases the grahic art of my talented husband, Sin Caldwell. We hope to have new stories and original artwork often.
Sincere sat on the floor at the altar of the temple, his legs folded and his hands outstretched. His eyes were closed, but he could sense all four of the spheres carved out of stone nearby, could feel their stationary and heavy mass. He was aware that the sun was rising, and that within the hour this temple of their dark city in the mountains would be flooded with natural light.
Above all though, he could sense that she was there. She was being silent, but her presence could not be mistaken. And it was impossible for him to ignore her. He could smell the familiar fragrance she chose to wear, hear the soft rustle of her silk garments.
“Ebony, I know you are here.”
“I know that you know,” she responded. “I can wait until you are done.”
He concentrated first on levitating one sphere, and then the other, with his mind. Two of the spheres floated high and easy. A third one however barely lifted off the floor, and he could not get the fourth to budge at all.
Sincere opened his eyes and tried his magic again. The result this time was that only one sphere rose. He dropped his hands to his sides and closed his eyes again, then exhaled long and hard.
“You seem distracted, Sincere.”
“And you seem to enjoy distracting me.”
He could almost hear her smile as she spoke. “Maybe I do.”
“What do you want?” His voice was harsh.
“Just to talk.”
He opened his eyes and turned his head to face her.
She was the image of beauty.
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fantasy,
paranormal,
Romance Talk,
short story
