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#FF — Bitten


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She felt empty inside; her source of sustenance had been consumed. On top of that, her reservoir for hope held nothing.

James stood as a ghost of the man she remembered by the window, almost physically translucent. The expression on his face showed the anguish of a person with a tongue laden with unsaid volumes.

Sunrise was approaching.

“I need to go. I didn’t choose it, but now that I am this creature of the night, there is nothing to do but accept it. I had to come back to say good-bye, my love.”

With a sharp smile he was gone.

 

 

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the entertaining host of Friday Fictioneers.

56 thoughts on “#FF — Bitten

  1. When I read his little monologue, the first thing I thought of was, “I’m going to give you choice. I never had a choice.” Perhaps he isn’t going to give her a choice either, but in a very different way….

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