‘What are you afraid of?’ she asked.
‘Nothing,’ he replied.
‘Come to bed with me.’
‘No.’
‘Why not? Are you scared?’
‘That’s not it.’
‘I like being with you, Sam. Take me to bed.’
‘No,’ he said.
‘Are you really going through with your idea?’
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘I’ll come with you.’
‘Thanks.’
‘I’ll come with you. But I think you’re crazy. Why is it so important to you?’
‘You know why. I want to prove I’m not cowed.’
‘No one thinks you’re a coward.’
‘I want to prove it.’
ELITICIDE, Glyn Ridgley
GLYN RIDGLEY 