Tongue-tied, trusting, and alone. The word she could change was alone.
Four tours in Iraq. Desert sand drove his thirst for wet kisses and the Texas two-step.
He took her hand. The music began. She believed in love at first sight.
Just like the other women who quenched his thirst.
Kavanaugh’s poetry, prose, and photographs have appeared in Wising Up Press, The Lindenwood Review, The Persimmon Tree, When Women Waken, Light-Journal, and others. Kavanaugh enjoys driving the scenic route between St. Pete, Florida, and the Off Campus Writers Workshop (OCWW) in Winnetka, Illinois, not far from home. When not writing, Kavanaugh fills the time by pondering slices of life or the surf on a beach. See more at kavanaughwrites.com or twitter.com/off_themap.
“What would you like for your birthday, honey?”
It took me decades to comprehensively understand her answer.
“Get off your butt, use your imagination, innovate, and window shop until you find a gift, an awe-inspiring and unusual gift, to surprise and delight me.”
This is the meaning of “nothing.”
Barry O’Farrell is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia. Barry’s stories may also be found in Cyclamens & Swords, A Story In 100 Words, and of course here at 50-Word Stories.
Kevin, like most men, tended to measure himself by his accomplishments. That was why he worked so hard to get his picture up on the wall at Mister Meatmouth’s Restaurant.
“I ate it all,” he told his friends, “in one sitting.” They respected him for that.
Inexplicably, most women didn’t.
This story is based on a title suggested by @KittyCatalyst.
“Dad,” said Junior, “I don’t think I understand women.”
Dad chuckled. “That’s common. Men never really know what women are thinking.”
“Yeah,” said Junior. “They open their mouths and all I hear is ‘blah blah blah.’ Literally!”
“Blah blah blah?” asked Mom, sticking her head in the door.
“Isn’t this dress just delicious?” Kelly enthused, twirling in front of the mirror.
“We come here so often,” said Ken. “Don’t you have enough clothes?”
“You don’t know a thing about women, do you?” said Kelly.
“Shopping bites,” said Ken. “I’m going home.”
She made him leave his credit card.
Editor’s Note: This story was based on a call on Twitter for an adjective, a verb, and an adverb. @CasperMcFadden responded with delicious, bites, and often.