Flash Fiction: Forge

Her strong arms hammer the spearhead to a point. Sweat mingling, my hands over hers, I cast spells into the runes she etches on metal.

Her skill. My magic. A hero’s weapon.

I back away, too shy to speak my heart.

Her grip returns me.

Then our kiss forges destiny.




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    1. I wanted to write something where a man and woman are falling in love, but each embody attributes usually associated with the other gender in the prose. I was happy with this one because I think it worked well and connected with a lot of readers.


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