HurtsI got married my senior year of high school. We were in love, unable to separate ourselves from each other. We were the only ones in each other's world.Then one day, my love came home, looked at me and said, "I'm leaving, it's over."My world came crashing down.There was another love in my love's heart, no room left for me. How could this have happened? What did I do wrong? Was this my fault? Who was to blame for this?I was told to move out by the end of the week.How could the love of my life do this me?
Dinner With The Guys"So, who ya go to prom with?"Jamie has shown Steve picture from his wallet."Was she a red head?"Jamie nodded."Nice man, got to get me one of those." Steve pointed at Armando. "You need to get a girl.""Think I got my hands full with this one." Armando tickled his daughter. She shyly giggled among her father's friends."Alright, guys," the waitress said. "Who had the bacon cheeseburger?"Jason raised his hand."The Crepes?""That be me," Steve said.
The MiddleShelia ate her veggie soup at lunch at lunch in the break room at the office in the middle of downtown in the middle of the afternoon between her morning hours and afternoon hours.Within the soup, within her broth, next to the noodles, among the vegetables and spices, a certain shape surfaced, staring back at her.Their eyes met, both stunned to silence, both unsure of their next moves, both either afraid or too proud to continue forward."Hey there's a fly in your soup." A co-worker mumbled, not wanting to stir either consumer, not wanting to strike panic, not wanting to create even more terror.Shelia nodded. "Thank you." She said and proceeded to toss the soup in the trash bin, making her way to one of the concession stands at the lower level of the office, in the middle of downtown, at the end of the afternoon.
MoveShe shook her hips, lifted her feet to the beat, and swung her head to the lyrics. The music moved her, ravished her body to every note.Her heart beat synced with the rhythm, feeling every low and every high.