Incredible final moments capture the entire span of a relationship.

FORGIVE-ME-NOT

(The Hurt Dance)

Two lovers were standing apart in the night, stationery figures on a brick pathway with overgrown grass on both sides.

Years went by then they reached the end somehow, their time together had elapsed and now it was only a question of saying Good-byes.

Eric was a foot taller than Joy and his shoulders were squared up while hers were relaxed. The fine tips of their hair were lifted on the breeze.

“This is it then?” said Joy.

          “I never thought it would be like this.” He spoke in her direction as though ashamed. He tried to smile. So did she.

          Most of the sky was obscured by fast-moving clouds, and light shined on her moon-shaped face with a weak glow. Resentments, regrets, many feelings were crammed down inside them. What-ifs and What-now thoughts revolved. Neither would soon forget the anguish of peeling apart.

          He said, “I’m sorry about anything—”

          “Don’t apologize, it makes you look weak and I don’t want to remember you like that. It doesn’t matter now.” 

          “Right, nothing matters anymore,” he answered. 

          His car was parked in the driveway of her new place with the headlights on and the engine idling quietly in the background. The pathway stretched out ahead and behind them, all the bricks laid out in an intricate zig-zag pattern like saw teeth grinding against each other.

Read the rest in the upcoming Adult Stories!