Flash Fiction: Cobbled Souls

“Go,” the creature says, hiding his face.

“I was sutured to be your bride—”

“You’re not an experiment, I have no right to control you.”

“No, you don’t,” she says lowering his hand. “My cobbled soul chooses to stay.”

“As a friend?” he asks.

Her lips hover close. “As something, more.”




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