As we waltzed, I wept. Wept for my Desiree—not just what I had thought she would be to me, but for what she had been, for her clever hands and heart and laughter, and that she had loved me as much as I had loved her. Tears stained her silk bodice as I held her close, sky blue darkening to stormy. The fairies hung in a circle around us, abandoned by their former mistress. I wept, and we danced.
She danced very well indeed.
Copyright © 2010 by Cat Rambo
Books by Cat Rambo
STORY COLLECTIONS
Eyes Like Smoke and Coal and Moonlight (Paper Golem Press)
The Surgeon’s Tale & Other Stories, with Jeff VanderMeer (Two Freelancers Press)
ANTHOLOGY
World of Fantasy: The Best of Fantasy Magazine, ed. with Sean Wallace (Prime Books)