A Word So Fitly Spoken Novels & Stories

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

It just… fit. Like some promise that didn’t need saying.

Not asleep, just waiting. Mine. The word echoes again faintly. And this time— It doesn't sound territorial. It sounds melancholy. ———

I spoke the true name. Not loudly. Not as a command. The way you speak the name of someone who has been lost and is within earshot. The way you speak when you want to be heard but not to impose. With the full honest weight of what you mean and none of the strategy around what you want in return. The room responded.

But I just had three words to say. “Kill silently.”

He says only one word, one word that sums up exactly how he is feeling and sends a jolt straight to my core. “Perfect.”

“Let’s talk terms.” The words hung in the air like a match about to be struck. ⸻

I asked him. “Fuck you!” he said. “Patience, you will soon be fucked up, you just do not know it yet,” I said to him. "Lingua dulcis, sermonis suavis Vox mea, mentem tuam, inclina Verba mea, aurem tuam, capta Sermo tuus, cor meum, gaudeat" _Translation:_ "Sweet tongue, gentle speech My voice, incline your mind My words, capture your ear

"When I speak— You’ll listen. Like a good boy."

Fold in just one word. "Maybe you forgot. I'm still married .. You, what are you?"