Crazy Love, A Flash Fiction

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Crazy Love

Invincible. I’m in love, crazy love.

My sister, Jen, mocks me. “Who this time?”

“No one you know.”

When Jose begs off two consecutive nights, I trail him but uncover no answers. I crave his kisses on my neck. I sear.

After midnight, I’m awakened by Jen shimmying down the drainpipe, which sways like it’s hanging by a screw. She drops into Jose’s arms. His lips trace her neck.

The next day after Jose says he has plans, I ask, “Are we okay?”

“Yeah. I got stuff.” He doesn’t meet my eyes.

“Me, too.” Mine involves a screwdriver.

end

Sascha Darlington


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    • In one of the original iterations I had a line saying that Jen was a boyfriend thief, but I thought it might come across that a week later Jen has taken up with Jose. Maybe it’s too subtle. And, no, you’re right. Jose is to blame as well. Thanks for your input, Alice. 🙂

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  1. Me thinks Jose has a nasty surprise coming this way. Loved the concise language, especially “I sear.”

    You left a nice comment on my story, which I somehow deleted instead of replying to it, so I wanted to say thanks!

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  2. This was an intriguing read Sascha. It offers many possible scenarios. At least she did not want to become involved in a Lorena Bobbitt situation in which the offender’s days of cheating are “cut short”. She could also have greased the pipe and placed a large barrel of water at the base. A rather crude awakening for her sole mate. Revenge at arm’s length works best I guess. 🙂

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