Flash Fiction under 200 words
A fortuneteller, skin cream, and a song stuck in someone’s head
The song’s percussion joined with the eerie chanting. The crescendo found her own pain and she wailed with the vocals, higher and higher until her voice broke.
“Baby, are you okay?”
Lorna sat up, another wail stuck in her throat.
“Easy there, Babe,, I think you had a nightmare,”
She tried to calm her racing heart, taking deep breaths.
“No more psychic fortuneteller shows for you before bed,” Jackie said.
Lorna couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious.
Jackie slid over a hand in a reassuring gesture. It was then Lorna noticed the fabric glove on her own hand.
A typically-Jackie style smirk broke across her face.
“You must have been exhausted. I helped you on with the gloves after you put on your skin cream and you fell asleep before your head hit the pillow,”
Lorna looked into her partner’s steady gaze and felt the rush of color on her own cheeks.
Jackie drew her closer, kissing Lorna’s forehead.
“let’s go back to sleep,” she soothed, settling them both back under the covers.
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