Gerome [Public domain], via WikiPaintings


When I woke, they were gone. I crept back to my room, blushing like a boy.

I tripped in the doorway. Fine furnishings had replaced my humble goods and I was caught between delight and anger. As they certainly meant well, I opted for joy. I didn’t like to think of the spectacle of people marching in and out of my room.

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.