So I just got this little story published at http://www.postcardshorts.com/index.html.
It’s only a little piece, but it’s really nice for composing stories framed in a tight format.
Committed To You
I did it, finally.
We met at the train station and then went for drinks.
We talked for a while; just idle chit-chat. We danced a tango on a bandstand laughing like children.
We partied at a club for a while once night fell, and then I took her back to the hotel.
We drank and talked for a while before I wrapped her in my arms. We made love, for the last time.
I told her my love. When the first rays broke through the window, I told her that it was the last time we would see each other and she wept.
She asked why, over and over. She cried and cursed me.
And then I left.
I only hope that you will have me.
You will have me, won’t you?