“I don’t love you enough.” How can enough be measured?

Five short words have changed months of planning for a shared future. We are no longer we.

But ‘I am’ succeeds ‘we are’, as determination succeeds incomprehension. My eyes are dry.

The future is all mine. He cannot change that.

A little over a year ago Debb Bouch entered a short story into a Needle in the Hay contest. Regular contests since have provided encouragement and challenge. And writing is all about challenge.