Romance. Forestalled.
Two 50-word stories
Bolt
He’d searched for a woman like me a long time, he said. I’m perfect for him in every way, he said. He pleaded with me not to leave, like all the others had. He needed me. He couldn’t live without me. I believed all of it … and ran like hell.
Fragments
Sitting on a bench in Florence, I notice small fragments of paper scattered in the grass. A torn photograph.
I gather them up and put them back together like a jigsaw. A man and woman, arms around each other, smiling.
I sigh and wonder - whatever happened to happily ever after?
story one: And ran like hell.... ))) Smart woman.
Photo: Yeah, stuff happens.
Am I limited to one comment? Sheesh! I've got comments not only coming from my fingers typing these words, but also from my unrelenting brain, which buzzes with thoughts and emotions.
What DID happen to 'happy ever after?"
Or was that a Disneyesque figment of our collective imagination? And you spur it back into the present.
Thanks for the mindplay moments!