Friday Fictioneers: Enchantress
“Bryan left me. Just like the others,” I say to Jake. Our feet brush the pond as we sit upon a boulder, koi swimming curiously by.
After a few moments he replies, “There are plenty of fish in the sea.” Jake tentatively lays an arm around my shoulder.
I surrender gratefully into his embrace, the sudden movement scattering Joseph, Emil, Francis, and my other former lovers to the depths of the pond.
I smile wickedly in his arms. “Yes, there are.”