Author’s Note: I don’t write short. I’m not very good at it. My icebergs never want to stay underwater, never want to leave that other part of them unexposed and untold. That’s why I’ve got lots of novels and lots of serials.
But I saw a challenge prompt, “not in love,” and it was for the livejournal community 100 Word Stories, which I would consider joining if I was, you know, able to stick to 100 words, but I tried it anyhow.
It’s not a 100 words. It’s 101. 😛
*shrugs*
Fire and water didn’t mix.
She knew that. She’d always known that. That didn’t mean she was always so good about remembering it. There was a soul behind that water that was flawed yet beautiful, the kind of person who gave when he didn’t have to, and he’d been the first to help, the first to forgive, the first to say it wasn’t her fault that all the others had burned.
He’d sent her away, though, and while sometimes she imagined that he’d done it because of feelings he didn’t dare admit, she knew the truth.
Fire and water didn’t mix.