Prompt: Dusk
Characters: Jack, Elizabeth
Words: 100
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Dusk
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They always said that the hour of dusk was the witching hour.
The hour animals would suddenly use up their unspent energy by running around, calling madly; the hour little children were at their worst behaved; the hour women were the most carefree; the hour that men were bravest.
Witching hour was what he blamed it on. It couldn't have been the rum - rum was his friend, and would never make him do something so stupid as to ask her to marry him.
She blamed the witching hour too. She blamed the witching hour that she hadn't said yes.
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AN: O.o Well that was different. I'm not sure that I like it, but oh well.
Next drabble: Who knows?? ;P
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