The Cursefall

Her mother wrung her hands and her father released a deep and miserable breath, and Tazara knew that the news they had for her was not good.

“A curse with fall upon you, daughter,” her father said, “on the first day of your thirteenth year.”

Tazara looked between her mother and father. “But that’s tomorrow!”

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The Iris

“What’s wrong? You’re not worried I won’t make it, are you?” He laughed. “Don’t worry. I updated my will. You’re in it.”

“Don’t jest.”

“You didn’t just say that.” He chuckled. “Might as well tell me not to be me.”

A memory flashed through his mind. Of the time he told her why he was called “Jesse.” They were playing “truth or dare” during a date. And it was his turn to tell a truth about himself.

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