copyright Roger Bultot
We met at the garden gate after dark, both trembling and nervous. She was still beautiful, even swathed in the crisp, new habit.
“Hello, wife,” I said, still unused to that glorious word.
She looked troubled. “The abbess said the cardinal has annulled it.”
“We didn’t agree to that! Did you?” She shook her head. “Let’s run away. Tonight.”
“There hasta be somewhere your family can’t find us.” I tried to draw her outside, my body aching for her. “Do you have some time, at least?”
She resisted. “They made me take other vows here.”
“But ours came first.”
copyright Madison Woods
Jimmy waited in line for the Deserted Moonlit Clearing. A month before it hadn’t even been capitalized and now there was a queue.
“Purpose?” a woman with a clipboard snapped.
“I was coming to make some—” he coughed, “—moonshine.”
“I’ll fit you into the northwest corner,” she said. “The coven’s reserved the center from midnight to three and the trysting lovers in the southeast need their space. Mind being near men burying a body?”
“I think I should find another clearing.”
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