110 Word Story: Fear

“Why are you so afraid?”

She whispered.
He stopped.


Beneath the thing.
Beneath the story.


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


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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