Flash Fiction for The Crow's Counting
|One for sorrow
Vincent cried, to no avail. She did not care. He was merely a way to get what she wanted. "Why?" He asked, tears streaming down his face. "I, I, I loved you." She looked at him, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "But I never loved you." His heart shattered into a million pieces as she left. She broke his heart. He wouldn't be hurt again.
Two for joy
Ezra smiled as he danced. He was free. It didn't matter that he was young and inexpirenced, he was good. He could dance for all eternity.