Bolt
He’d searched for a woman like me for a long time, he said. I’m perfect for him in every way. He pleaded with me not to leave him, 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 see ten small fragments of paper in the grass. A torn up photograph.
I gather them and put them back together like a puzzle. A man and woman, arms around each other, smiling.
Such a sad thing. Whatever happened to happily ever after?
When I seen the title of the first story, I thought it was going to be about robots.
Oh dear! :).
1: good choice
2:You only get parts of happily ever after. Misnomer.