I’m currently in the process of editing some of my writing samples, so I thought I’d post a drabble in order to kick things off. I typically try to challenge myself by keeping them to a hundred words or fewer.

This particular drabble is one of my favorites, as it perfectly highlights the dynamic between two of my characters.

The fair-haired Irishman examined the contents of the bottle before him. “Some would call this witchcraft, my Lady.”

A smirk flitted over her lips. “Some choose to remain ignorant, Sir.”

His brow arched, though the gleam in his eye betrayed his true feelings. “Please, do me the honor of explaining your stance. If you wish, of course.”

She pointed at the bottle. “What you have there is a concoction of herbs plucked from the earth, created by our Lord Himself. I only use them for their original purpose. Is it witchcraft to partake in His gifts?”

The Irishman merely smiled.