In a second-floor studio apartment, a lonely guy pounds a stucco wall with his fist.
“No means no. It doesn’t mean try harder.”
The judge demanded he read those words aloud, part of his
“out-of-the-box” sentencing. Now, he glares at an empty parking lot. One day, she’ll realize that he alone loves and understands her. Why
can’t she see that now?
In a tiny cabin in Maryland, Megan double-checks the locks. It’s a habit she can’t seem to shake, even while on vacation. She takes a deep breath and goes to join her family for dinner.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, inspired as ever by the ever-creative Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.