Resolution
Written for the challenge of "resolution", which can be defined (among other ways) as (i) a formal intention to do something (a la new year's), (ii) determining a course of action, (iii) being of firm mind, and (iv) distinguishing between two separate things (think optics). So I thought, in that way that I do, why not try to hit all of these in one wee drabble?
This brings us to Sarah in her current predicament.
I squinted at the smoke pouring out of my car, attempting to make the multiple car hoods resolve themselves into a single (if somewhat sad and smoking) entity. Thank god for the guardrail.
Note to self for the new year: When the idiot light says there's an engine problem, believe it.
"In a bit of a bind, are you?" Jareth's voice slid like silk against my skin. "Perhaps you could use a lift."
I turned towards the passenger seat. Of course he would be there now, looking pristine as a winter morning and delectable as all hell. I snorted. "Right. A one-way lift back to the Labyrinth I do not need."
"Pity."
He actually did look vaguely forlorn at that. I arched an eyebrow. "You seriously thought that was going to work? I have AAA and a cell phone. I can do without your little offer."
"Well, you know how to find me if you change your mind." Subtle promise slid through every syllable.
I rolled my eyes. "Always."
"That's my girl."
"Stop that."
His smile was positively wicked. "Make me."
"You wish."
"I often do," he said, just before he disappeared with his words still curling in my ear.