‘Do you like it?’ he asked.
‘I do like it,’ she said.
‘No you don’t,’ he said. ‘You must hate it.’
She stopped again.
‘Yes, I suppose you’re right. I hate it.’
‘Then why do you do it?’
‘Because I love you.’
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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14 thoughts on “50-Word Tales #95”
we certainly will do anything for love, eh?
Naughty. By the way, I like you’re new design…
Not so! Not so!
Maybe she is just making her bag?
She loves him because he bothered to ask (but now that he knows, despite his fondness for frugality, he ought to just pay a barber to cut his hair and shave his beard).
What do barbers have to do with anything? :))
a microcosm. Love it!
I know the definition for a microcosm, but I am not at all sure what you mean.
for romance–for love–the way that it is. 🙂 Your words are in essence, a microcosm. A universal truth.
witty, and naughty, and still sweet
and you aren’t even talking about ‘the act’ I am tipping 😉 She’s probably making him breakfast 🙂 well done hatted boy.
sounds like most women…
splenidiferously ambiguous.She could be shining his shoes or eating a banana.