Purls and Potions

If I do, you’ll be here to protect me.”

I said it flippantly, but he answered seriously. “Always.”

No. I felt unsettled. I thought you might need me.

Not always for sport. Sometimes, perhaps, the creature longs for one moment of happiness to take with him into his eternal future

There was definitely a vampire-to-human attraction between us but we’d always been too sensible to act on it.

"At least if I end up in jail, I'll have plenty of time to improve my knitting skills."

We were connected in some strange way, he and I, so we were always aware of each other. And I was drawn to him, but more in a moth to flame way than one that had a future.

“I was coming to the shop to see you,” he said with dignity.

In Shakespeare's hands, potions and mismatched lovers caused comedy and, ultimately, true love. In my hands the same elements were turning into a tragedy.