How can it be Wednesday? I mean…wassn’t it Wednesday just…like…two days ago? *flail* In other news, Toby is keeping me on my toes. I’m getting my steps in getting up to find him when it gets too quiet. Yes, at some point, he will like be written into a book. Until then, I must rely on an abundance of patience and caffeine. I have not yet succombed to alcohol yet, but trust me. It remains an option. In the meantime, words! I have some. Last week’s Thursday Threads prompt was: *”I don’t want to talk abou that.”* While it might not directly follow last week’s words, this week’s snippet is part of the same scene. Yay. And here…

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Aisling opened her mouth to chastise him but snapped it shut. In retrospect, she couldn’t fault him for toeing that damnable book. She swiped her hands against her skirt, an involuntary movement to rid her of the feel of those cold flames dancing across her skin. How could flames be cold? And slimy. She shuddered but hid the action by turning and crouching to gather some scattered papers into a loose pile.

Looking around, Ariel found a broom and a metal dustpan. He used them to scoop up the recalcitrant book. He carried it over to a metal file box and dumped the book inside. With a quick flick, he closed and secured the lid. He surveyed the room. Aisling remained on the floor picking up papers and books reaching up to place them on a nearby work table. There was so much magic in this place it made him dizzy.

Since Aisling’s attention remained focused elsewhere, he watched her. All the feelings he’d suppressed rose. Distracted by her, he picked up a book and recognized it immediately. It had been stolen from Oberon’s library almost a century before. Doubt crept in, dampening his ardor.

“Aisling, how did you come to work here?”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Fine,” Ariel said, losing his inner battle. “I didn’t want to talk anyway.”

Before Aisling could move, he’d drawn her into his arms and kissed her. Hard. Which quite effectively silenced her next words. And she didn’t mind at all.
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That’s probably their first kiss. Not sure. And it needs a LOT of expansion but hey, flash fiction is flash fiction and the one I play is limited to 250 words. Things are progressing, whether they understand the reasons or not. Writers, do your thing, should you so desire. Readers, what do you think? Should this be their first kiss?