From the edge of their bed, she watches him sob.
He shakes off her cradling palm, curls into a tight, convulsive ball.
Not just a bad hangover, she realizes.
Appalled, she hiccups her words.
You can’t.
I won’t.
She doesn’t love you.
'13 Untitled (Sally) 51,668;
'12 Barcelona Clash 51,878;
'11 Mojo Madness 52,793;
'10 Changing Directions 53,400;
'09 Daybreak 56,565;
'08 Vacant 52,486
I hope she gives him the boot. He'll likely keep doing it (or do it again).
ReplyDeleteShe does, eventually : ) Thanks for the visit, Stacie!
DeleteDoes he even realise that? As Stacie said, I hope she leaves him. Not worth the pain!
ReplyDeleteOf course you're right, Shailaja, but love is so blind to reason! Thanks for your comments!
DeleteOh! there is a full story wrapped in 42 words. Master stroke, Kymm. Love your response.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the love, TIZ! I´m glad it spoke to you : ) (Master stroke, I'll squirrel that away for a rainy day : )
DeleteSuch intensity in such a compact format. Amazing!
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh, that feels great to hear, Tina, thank you!!
DeleteThis is quite the story! So big in so few words!!!
ReplyDeleteGina!!! It's so nice to see you here, and saying such lovely things... Thank you!
DeleteThis a beautiful story. I can see the scene and feel the emotion. I can already see that I need to spend some time over here. You have mad talent, girlie!
ReplyDeleteSo glad it was real to you and, wow, thanks so much for saying such nice things. Very pleased to meet you, Michelle!
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