From a collection of 100-word stories & wonders
Romeo perched atop the wall. Upon a balcony, Juliet, a Capulet, addressed the stars, which twinkled in her eyes: “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” He paused. Beautiful and wise she was. Alas, he was a Montague, sworn enemy of her House. He cupped an ear. “Deny thy father and refuse thy name…” Could he do this thing: deny his name? Nay, make it hateful to himself? For a love that was but a dream, too flattering sweet to be substantial… Better Rosaline. And ere he answered his soul’s call, Romeo turned, leapt down, followed Mercutio into the night.