Hunger
He orders the largest, most expensive pizza, with everything on it. Except anchovies. He brings home pricey Belgian beer. And why the hell not?
He hates his lifeless job. He’s lost his girlfriend. He knows he is feeding the wrong hunger, but you can only do what you can do.
Souvenir
The lace gown still hangs in the closet, a bewildering, unwelcome reminder.
Never worn, it is now just evidence of a promise that mysteriously evaporated into rarefied air. At the last minute, the plan simply fell apart.
Maybe someday she will find courage and give it another try. Maybe. Someday.
Thank you
for permission to use your fine photo.
Love lost...your stories capture ways we experience that emotion in two different ways. You always amaze me at your ability to capture the essence of a feeling in just 50 words!
Feeding the wrong hunger! Great line, Sharron! Thanks for that. Happy to see my photo sparked your imagination. Inspiring!