Six Sentence Sunday, May 1

More Erik’s Tale picking up directly from last week:

The key seemed to grow heavier in her hand. “Don’t talk like that.” She pictured the police dragging him from the Opera, a crowd gathering on the street, and at the intersection a waiting pyre.

“Then don’t leave me,” he said softly.

Christine closed her hand over the key. “You have to promise me something Erik…

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