Magic, Mystery, a little Whisky, and a Cat

Friday Fictioneers: Family Legend

Ninety-nine words!

“Why’d you come back?” He leaned against the doorframe—shirtless, tanned, beautiful.

“Missed your cooking.” My dress hugged shaking legs in the spring breeze. I sounded braver than I felt.

“Aren’t you sick of this—what did you call it?—backwoods boil on the Universe’s ass.” He spat the words.

Gentle chimes broke his mood. A rising wind swayed the black iron bell on the porch.

“It only rings for weddings and funerals.” His cat-green eyes slipped over me like warm water. ”Family legend.”

“Which one now?” I held my breath.

He stepped aside. “Come in and we’ll see.”

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