To everyone else, we probably look like any other couple walking the streets of New York City. Arm in arm, we talk and laugh, moving briskly among the crowds. Like any other couple, we’re comfortable with each other.
Except we’re not a couple.
I pay Tom to go everywhere with me. No, he’s not a male escort and there’s nothing sexual between us. He’s my bodyguard. He’s the Kevin Costner to my Whitney Houston.
I had a boyfriend not too long ago. He nearly killed me. Now, I pay Tom handsomely to keep me alive. Because my ex will try again.
The facts of life make great fiction, and you succeeded in 101 Words.
Thank you!
Great, believable story about a nightmare situation.
Great!
Cynthia, I loved your flash fiction story. Turn this into a book. I want to see how it ends. I’m hooked already.
Excellent, just excellent!
Wow! It just shows what our society has come too. There are a lot of crazy people out there. Very interesting piece, I enjoyed it.
Your story gave me chills. Sometimes truth shines through. Nice going.