Love came fast. For me. For her, love was simply bait, a lure, a grift. And I, her mark.
Married in March, the Strawberry Moon revealed all, her veil removed. Now, silence, darkness, and locked doors are our love language.
I wonder what she misses more: fresh air or sunlight.
Chris Bowers lives on Earth, which is almost enough. He explores the spectrum of human emotion through fiction inspired by fleeting moments and small-town life, crafting stories that reveal the beauty, absurdity, and ache of being thoroughly, stubbornly alive.
“…stubbornly alive.”
Well done, Chris
Thanks, Paul!
Love that you managed an unreliable narrator in 50 words!
Thanks, Fiona! It was a fun story to write!
Loved it. Made me laugh out loud. I do hope he eventually releases her from her enclosure.
Glad you enjoyed it, Theresa! I hope so, too… but he seems pretty stubborn.
Love came fast. For him.
For me, it was survival, not devotion.
Married in March, the Strawberry Moon showed his love was iron bars, like a cell.
Now silence, darkness, and locked doors define us.
I wonder what he fears more, my escape or my light.