#MicroPrompt: Crinkle
The Saga of Ingvar Gunnarson (short, currently on submission)
"To those who are lost and the long journey home!" they called in
unison and the glasses were drained once more.
"Soon Eylín bore a son, Eldar, and then a daughter, Kristíanna, and
for those years I was content with my life, until..."
"Yes?" Andra's eyes were so like my lost Eylín's: long and dark and
narrow, the crinkled lines of perpetual laughter at their corners.