110 Word Story: Fear

“Why are you so afraid?”

She whispered.
He stopped.

Why?

Beneath the thing.
Beneath the story.

Why?

“Do you think the story ends here?”, she asked sincerely but still with a dash of silliness.

“No…but.”

The thing.
This chapter.
These hands.
Their words.

These were all inside but he could only manage a weak “but” in reply.

“Dear,” she pressed off her lips, “things happen between the spine of the book. Some horrific. Some joyful. Some pure. Some ugly.
The end is a fearless place. Will you remember that? Will you remember that for me?”

“Will you remind me?” he asked.

Her eyes said all the colors of yes.

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