“So?”
Ivor fished a tissue out of a pocket, buying time. Though not really a fan, Elena’s excitement had rubbed onto him, and he found himself trying to hide his disappointment. He didn’t think he could face hers.
“Isn’t it amazing?” Elena pulled on his arm, pitch high in delight.
“It sure is something,” he managed, relieved.
“Just like the Iron Throne, but made of crystals,” she rocked on her heels, and wriggled her fingers into his. A rare show of affection reserved for joy edging near to overwhelm.
He smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’m so glad we’ve come.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo credit: © Marie Gail Stratford
Na'ama Yehuda 
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