Prompt 5: Pub
"Do you remember...?"
Voss sighed as Wolfe inspected his newly-returned violin, his head resting on folded arms.
"Do I remember what?" Wolfe smiled, replacing the instrument in its case.
"The night we played together at the pub?"
The memory of their duet was sweet. Voss's envy of Wolfe had dropped away, replaced with joy from making music, of people dancing.
Wolfe's smile widened.
"I wish we could do that again." Voss closed his eyes. "But I've lost..." Oh, how much had he lost with Invidia bound, desummoned.
"Perhaps, with time, you could regain the skill."
Voss frowned, thoughtful. "Perhaps."