NEW DARK FICTION: He sat quietly...

 

He sat quietly, as she whispered to him with a tongue of bronze. He blinked in return with a painful slowness. He was between worlds, drifting in a space with no place, colour, or time. He blinked again, as slow as the passing of the crescent moon across the night sky, wishing that the numbness would never end. She sat quietly beside him as she softly kissed his long forgotten cheek.