He sat on the edge of his seat, reciting words he’d read a thousand times over because his audience would accept nothing else, “…and they rode over the mountains with caution, for night was approaching. And winter will bring an icy sting to any darkness.”
But something was missing this time. No commotion or motion from the stands. His viewer had fallen asleep some time ago, beaming from ear to ear, even without her ensnaring quilt.
Closing the book, he wrapped his muse into a loose bundle, doting a kiss on a dreaming brow that made her sigh contently. “Enjoy your own adventure, angel.”
Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And out of all the ones I wrote for this week, I think I enjoy this one the most, because sometime sap is good.
I hope you all enjoy!