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Rocky Road #23. A Grave with Sprinkles, POCKY, and MALT
Rating : G
Timeframe : mid-late 1260's
Word Count 100
Malt Prompt : Prompts from a hat - a grave, Lonna, the bare necessities
Lonna stared at the back of Dalton’s bowed head until she swore she might have spent the time counting every copper strand that adorned it and still had plenty to spare.
“There is nothing there,” the words that had echoed in her mind found their way to her lips. Dalton turned his weary gaze her way and Lonna thrust her hands to her hips, her scowl deepening. “You're gushing over a lousy hunk of rock. She is not even there.”
“This rock is all I have.”
“You have me. Does that not count for something?” She spun and strode away.
Rating : G
Timeframe : mid-late 1260's
Word Count 100
Malt Prompt : Prompts from a hat - a grave, Lonna, the bare necessities
Lonna stared at the back of Dalton’s bowed head until she swore she might have spent the time counting every copper strand that adorned it and still had plenty to spare.
“There is nothing there,” the words that had echoed in her mind found their way to her lips. Dalton turned his weary gaze her way and Lonna thrust her hands to her hips, her scowl deepening. “You're gushing over a lousy hunk of rock. She is not even there.”
“This rock is all I have.”
“You have me. Does that not count for something?” She spun and strode away.