“You have such pretty eyes, blue on blue like the perfect summer’s day.” She noticed the sad expression that crossed his face. “Did I say something wrong?”
He didn’t meet her gaze. “I have to keep moving again.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Why?”
He shrugged into his long red coat. “I told you when I first came here: I stay, until I receive a sign to go. You’ve just given me that sign.”
She caught his hand, her eyes watering. “But I don’t even know your name!”
He paused. “It’s best you don’t. My name is a killing word.”
Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
Hey, Gunsmoke already has the giant funky worms.