By Rob Goss
The romance had gone without hitch until the inevitable question about his scar.
His past always reared its ugly head at some point in relationships. The only variable was how long it took to kill them off.
It was 16 years since his face had been slashed. Eight since his release. No matter who he’d become since, he’d not found anyone who could deal with the things he’d done back then.
He struggled with them, too.
“Can I tell you it was just the stupidity of youth?” he answered.
“You can tell me anything,” she said.
Perhaps this one would last.
i love this!
A ray of hope. Good story, too.
Tony and Christina,
Thank you for the kind comments!
Rob