This week’s photo prompt from Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers.
“They look like tears,” said Avina, extending a delicate finger to catch a drop of the crystal clear water.
She gave him a sidelong, flirtatious glance. “Though I don’t suppose you’ve ever cried have you, Gandolf?”
Gandolf’s gaze clouded. “I cry often,” he said “for the love of a woman who spurned me.”
“Can’t you cast one of your spells,” she teased, “to make her love you?”
Gandolf didn’t reply.
Avina laughed nervously.
“Well, she must be made of stone to resist your charms, Gandolf,” she flattered, hoping she hadn’t offended him.
“How dangerously perceptive of you, my dear,” he replied.