A 100-word chapter of a 1,000 word story. Part one here.
He wondered at her stunned and pale face when she returned from the healer’s.
“Pregnant?” he guessed, knowing she didn’t wish to be.
“Not more life; less,” she whispered. “I’m dying, love.”
His heart grew suddenly cold, though he kept his face smooth. “Isn’t everyone?”
“In weeks, love.”
It wasn’t fair. She was yet young. If she were to die, it ought to be on adventure’s height, not from withering sickness.
“Let’s have weeks of adventure, then,” he spoke gaily, trying to shake off despair’s sticky fingers. “And no more talk of death, dearest. There are some truths best forgotten.”
To be continued.