55 WORD FICTION
“What a wonderful day.”
“Mmhm. Butt-kicking. Fishing. No whackos lurking. Doesn’t get any better’n that.”
“Such a romantic.”
Xena glanced over her shoulder. Gabrielle lay basking in the sun, eyes closed, bare skin glistening from an afternoon swim. “Oh, yeah. Somethin’ else.” She dropped her pole and stealthily approached the best catch of all. “Lunch.”