She glared at me through misty eyes, “I don’t even know if you’re alive in there or some horrible golem placed here on earth to trick and deceive me!”
He said nothing as she hurled her words at him, dripping in vitriol and agony. When he continued to say nothing under further verbal assault she shoved her way past him and left, stomping just loud enough for him to hear her until she’d rounded the corner.
Forgotten in his hand was a slim circle of gold, the light glinting coldly off of the stone set within it.
This snippet is brought to you by the prompt from Three Word Wednesday last week.
Why do I write sad things?