They laced their fingers together as they walked along the long and darkened road, a physical reminder of a deeper bond they shared.
They were gods reborn in mortal bodies, with all the shackles and the loss of power that entailed. Yet they were still together, so they knew in their hearts they would persevere.
Until one of them caught the deadly plague.
It had them quite worried for a while, but they figured that if they had been able to be reborn once, they would be able to do it again.
...Wouldn't they?
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Cerita PendekMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
