The End

Over on my reading blog I’ve been taking part in the R.I.P III reading challenge, as part of this Carl runs the Tiny Stories competition, where you can submit a “tiny story” (aka a drabble) which is 100 words long, with the interesting twist of allowing no repeated words (a LOT harder than you think!), so here is the first of my entires.

THE KISS

Endings.

All the young witch needed to use? A kiss, just one.

Nothing else.

Single, solitary, unexpected.

Enjoyable? Certainly.

Memorable? Depends. She? Yes. Him? Not so much.

Unsurprising really, as with that meeting of lips and souls, memories were taken, stolen, removed. No longer required.

Sixteen years worth gone.

“We’ll make new,”

Lies, promises.

Beginnings

Introductions.

“I’m Jayne Smyth, age seventeen.”

Bewilderment.

Simple, clear, instruction.

“You love me.”

Blinks, smiles.

Identity changes.

David Anthony Jones, is wiped clean.

“You’re Jasper Cole, now, okay?”

Nods head happily.

Contentment.

Takes hand, walks, hums.

He, was hers, forever.

Literally.