55 WORD FICTION
“Not fair.” Xena scowled at the gray streaking her hair. “Can’t even see yours. Folks’ll start thinkin’ you’re my kid.”
Gabrielle eased down into her soulmate’s lap and began swaying from side to side.
“Um, what’re you doing?”
“Testing.”
“What? These old bones?”
“Mmm. Molded, cushioned just right. Wanna test why my cradle still rocks like new?”
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