Touch and Go

Lies were forbidden Sibyl, but she could straddle the truth until it was only a notch above fiction. Either the thing I’d killed hadn’t been my father, or it survived without breath or heartbeat. I’m not sloppy; I checked.

“Not a bit curious?” she prodded.

I kept focus. Decanted wrong, the liquid would kill. Done right, it was currency.

Sybil wanted me shaky. She knew the elixir wasn’t for me.

I heated wax to seal the bottle, dripped some over her hand. She gasped, licked her lips.

“Maybe some other time.” For the question or her desire, I wouldn’t say.

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