Short fiction and a new poem
“Brief Romance” by yours truly
She may have been the love of his life. She ironically pronounced the word as “lurve” when they were seeing a movie together and was a bit older and had a difficult romance in the past that almost made her cry when they spoke a bit about it.
They had met first at a New Year’s Eve party at a DC bar while he was vacationing from an overseas job.
After he had moved back to the U.S., at one of their earliest later meetings at the rooftop terrace of a DC house party that they were probably let into because their group was mostly young and pretty women. He made a few jokes on the rooftop that made her laugh. He liked her sense of humor as much as her beauty. But she could also be cynical, and to his mind overly practical. Sensing he had a crush on her that night, she said quietly to him on the rooftop, “it is better to be alone.”
She said one reason to break up was because they were both too shy for one another. She also implied her age and health problems meant she could not have children. He sensed they also had political differences, but he did not care about that. And they did not really talk about politics.
He did see her once again walking one of her dogs in a cute winter cap in downtown DC, but they said nothing to each other. He had thought her moving close to him from the DC suburbs meant she wanted to pursue a relationship but was obviously wrong.
Life goes on.
“‘S’more.” by yours truly
You have had enough s’more
And quite too much Smirnoff, sir.
Stop wanting more.
It will only make you poor.
You will end cold, dead, and left by a whore.
And frankly you are being a bore.
You are making everyone sore and some snore.
You can’t un-tear what you tore.