Welcome to #RainbowSnippets! Every Saturday, six sentences of GLBT fiction are shared and posted. They can be your own. They can be someone else’s. They just need to be GLBT.
Here’s another teaser from my m/m mythical tale of cross-dressing in progress, ‘Aissa and Polyxena’.
How did I come to drink from that cup? In a dream. I haven’t the gift of prophecy. Not as my siblings, Cassandra and Helenus did. The boy appeared in my dream, though. Not theirs.
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Love those last two sentences. They seem so possessive, so protective of his dream.
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Thank you!
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His confusion and a hint of hope come through well.
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Thank you! I marvel at how much Troile has come alive, while writing this.
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I wonder why the boy appeared in his dream and not theirs.
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I’d answer, but the giant, spoiler squashing foot is threatening to descend upon me, if I do. 🙂
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