I actually wrote companion pieces for this one. The first is 81 words:
Was it bells he heard? No, more like the fall of a spring shower on placid lake waters. The soft drip, the steady and cheerful tinkling, those were the best ones. But he liked the short geyser of sarcasm as well, as long as it came from her lips. As often as possible, he would provoke the dulcet gush of even her ironic good humor, because he could not stand the drought of her ire, or the flood of her tears.
And its companion is only 36 (the shortest drabble I have ever written):
His voice was the aural manifestation of the chocolate in his eyes. From the quick bark of a dark nougat, to the smooth, fine Godiva richness of his deepest chuckle, she loved to hear him happy.
"You take turns, advise and protect one another, even heal or be healed when the going gets too tough. I know! That's not a game--that's friendship!" ~Shelly Mezzanoble,
Confessions of a Part-Time Sorceress: A Girl's Guide to the Dungeons & Dragons Game Darcy\'s Place
