Micro Fiction March Day 10

 

Today was a real struggle; I just couldn't think what to write. I played with several vague ideas but none of them seemed interesting upon even casual examination. And then, at about 8pm, an idea popped into my head. I had an image of two thieves who were lovers, and it was set in some kind of space opera future. So I ran with the idea and it's exactly 300 words long...

Honour Among Thieves

Ryzala lay face down on the bed, arms folded beneath her chin, head tilted so that her violet eyes flashed at me. I traced my fingers delicately against the decorative scars that ran the length of her spine, golden geometric shapes standing  in sharp relief against the darkness of her skin.

“The Seven Stones of Forgiving,” she said, “impossible to steal since they’re in a vault that exists - or perhaps doesn’t exist - within an uncollapsed reality wave.”

“Not so,” I replied with a smirk, “One just needs a quantum key that ensures all probabilities collapse simultaneously.”

Ryzala sighed and rolled onto her side to look at me.

“We’re both far too good at this,” she said with a smile that almost became a laugh.

I could never resist that smile. I leant over and kissed a hot path against her neck, causing a second - although less voluntary - sigh to escape her.

“The Djalorin Manuscript,” I whispered in her ear, “Guarded by The Sentinel of Truth, able to instantly destroy any who harbour deception.”

“One just needs to be honest,” replied Ryzala, “about the fact you’ve come to steal it.”

“You think it’s that simple?”

“It was when I stole it.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. 

Ryzala rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling before closing her eyes.

“Your heart,” she said, finally, eyes still closed.

“True,” I said.

Her violet eyes opened wide. “True?”

“You cannot steal what is given freely,” I replied.

“Smooth,” she said.

“But also true.”

“I’ll never give it back,” she said, biting her lower lip gently.

“You couldn’t even if you tried,” I said, “It’s a one way proposition. It’s yours now.”

What we have is worth more than anything we’ve ever stolen. With us, there is honour among thieves.