Write a story in fourteen words. As his saber swept through my body, I remembered the sound of his laugh. His breath reminded me of empty garden paths. I closed my eyes against loss. Winter in the desert brings rain.
Small boys grow quickly.
I miss the Temple. My braid, when it fell, landed not in the hands of its intended keeper. There is surprise in his warm blue eyes, but no pain. I feel pain. He whispers softly as I reach for the headboard, bracing myself against his body.