"Listen!" She said emphatically. "Hear the weeping of darkness?"
He looked at her directly and puzzled with a sidelong grin.
"If I do, what do I win?" He replied.
"Something special." She said. "Everything that is my heart."
He picked up his drink and drew a fast red sip.
"And every heart is cast in gold." he said. "A prize worthy of my soul."
She laughed with her eyes and poured him another drink.
Have a falling Friday!
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