Their love had been a slow burn. Just a man and a woman, meeting on the most ordinary of instances. They darted in and out each other's lives for a while, afraid to commit, afraid to be vulnerable.
But fate had more in store for them, and pulled them together inevitably.
Now they were both on the run, one accused of murder, the other supposedly dead.
It was how they discovered that the slowest fires could suddenly flare up the brightest. And with the kindle littering the road in front of them, who knew what else was in store.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
ContoMy 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.
