Flash Fiction: Beautiful Follies

Waving to the young couple, the widow shut the door.

“Thought they’d never leave!” the middle-aged sorceress said, locking it.

The widower knight kissed her. “My daughter, your son… When will we tell them of our own beautiful folly?”

“Later,” she cooed.

 

 

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