Jose Tapiro Y Baro [Public domain], via Wikigallery
His hand touched mine and my skin tingled. Flecks of gold showed in his eyes. Opening my hand to see the coin he placed in it, it too was gold. There was nothing in this entire flea-ridden inn that was worth the coin in my hand. I put it in my purse, whispering to myself, “An honest man.” Maybe there was something worth gold here.
This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.