By Florie Kong Win Chang
His eyes were running along the lines—sprinting from word to word and stopping at the demand of commas and full stops. He turned the page. He was getting to the best bit.
The thump in her chest—she never let others read her work. Too personal. But he had insisted, and they were becoming so close.
She was watching him intently, waiting for the outline of a smile as he noticed the similarities with their story.
It never came. Instead, an almost imperceptible frown as his eyes kept on moving. They reached the final stop. He looked up. “Hmmm…. Okay.”
With you, completely. Shat upon from a great height. Great little story.
Thanks Paulene
Been there. Good story!
Thank you
Devastating. Ditch him!
She really should! Luckily for me, this was fictional.
Jealousy? Envy? Much of it happens in society
Maybe!
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Beautifully written.
Oh, I can relate! Well-written. The best things come in small packages.
Well written. Ah, the perils of sharing your words with your partner. Better off seeking the kindness of strangers. 🙂
That’s when fingers start itching. Tear glands start revolting. Existential crisis activated.