Ah, April–the month of showers and fools. Today’s #1lineWed is all about **FOOL**. Suffer a fool, fool’s gold, foolish dreams, fool me once…the possibilities are endless. Revisiting a bit of free writing I did for Penumbra Papers brings us a fool in love–Sade. I hope you enjoy it as a freestanding snippet because I have no background on this scene. Not yet anyway.
Sade stared at the ancient stone sentinel. Crevan didn’t blink, not that she expected the gargoyle to show the slightest sign of weakness.
“This is a path not to be traveled by human feet, Child.”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“There are always choices, Sade Marquis. Some you may make yourself. Others are made for you.”
And that’s why she was here. Someone else made choices she couldn’t accept. “What do I have to do?”
“There is an incantation. And you would have to pay.”
“I would have to pay what? Exactly.” When dealing with magicks, a smart person…didn’t. A desperate one made sure everything was spelled out in black and white.
“You cannot do this, Child. Not and return whole.”
She plastered on a cocky grin. “What? I have to pay an arm or a leg?”
Crevan’s expression didn’t change but she could feel the weight of his dismay pressing against her chest, as heavy as any ton of bricks. “No, Sade. More.”
That didn’t bode well. Smirk still in place—a mask of bravado to hide behind—she shrugged. “So, my life then?”
“What would you give up?”
Sade rocked back on her heels. For Caleb? Roman? Ariel? Yeah. An arm. A leg. Her life. But for Sinjen? For Sinjen she would give up everything, including her heart, her soul, her mortality. Crevan read her decision in her expression.
“You are a fool.”
“No. I’m the woman who loves him.”
“Then it is done.”
Do you have any fools or foolish words to share with us today?