False Calm

One Hundred Word Story #29

Their therapist’s homework was for her to listen. With his head on her lap, he recounted his love’s ebb and flow. “I keep forgetting,” he said. “Why do I forget?” The polarity of this push and pull amazed him.

Tears welled in her eyes.

Oblivious, he went on. “We can fix this… make our lives better.”

The tender touch of his palm to his own chest struck her, echoing the self-absorbed nature of his unexplainable, unrecognizable love. No one cared about this but her.

He forced his dreams down her throat. She searched for the strength to scream them out.

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