Tiny Story #8

The DivorcÉE

I'm trying to cauterize the wound so I don't bleed all over you.

It was our tenth date. He said it just after he played me the Jeff Buckley version of Hallelujah on the guitar. I was his date to his big art opening. He called me his girlfriend. But still, I felt him hold back. Not quite give in to the feelings. His ex-wife remarried, he was still trying to move on. Wounded. Inching forward slowly.

A few weeks later he was successful. His emotional bled all over our connection. Drowning it. The wound still gaping, we were over.

Tiny Story #6

The 12 Hour Engagement

Something awakened in me the moment we met. Was it a romantic life force or a phantom of the past?

Things moved fast. He made my heart beat fast. He was enamored. Wanted to do things for me. He pushed for a committed relationship.

He asked me to marry him.

I said yes.

Then we got into a big, ugly 12 hour fight.

We picked each other apart. Got defensive. Tried to work through the fear. The demons from relationships past. We scared our dogs and his cats. Scared ourselves.

We broke up 5 days later.