That Thing You Do

You do that entirely too well. Only in my dreams can I think like you. Behave like you. Perhaps, however, it is a good thing that I don’t. Otherwise, no one would ever know what love is.  More

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Beyond Lust

I looked you in your eyes and you seemed sincere. What I was in search of was there, but not for me alone. I purposely loved you, but now I must purposely leave. More

Monster

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Wounded

Today I share with you four short stories, each in five sentences. Enjoy.

Truth-withholder

He didn’t have to lie. She didn’t ask. He lied anyway. Now he would have to face her wrath, however it may manifest. Too bad.

Unfunny

Did he think it was funny to stand her up? Surely, it couldn’t have been a joke. She didn’t find it funny. Still, she’d continue to set up dates with him just to see if he’d show up. Eventually, she got tired and told her own joke.

Rejected

How could she make him like her again? She’d made a fool of herself on more than one occasion trying to appease him. She couldn’t handle his rejection. So, she’d work her magic. And he would feel it.

Punctured

There was a hole there now. She had opened it, but rejection and disappointment closed it. Betrayal ripped a hole in it. Who knew whether it was a good or bad thing to be open unintentionally. Both the heart and the ego had been torn.

 

© LeTara Moore, All Rights Reserved

 

Puncture

Sherri’s Passport

2017-04-01_13.41.12.jpgIf you have read my book Reflection in the Music, then you’ll already be familiar with the character of Sherri in this five sentence fiction. At some point in the future I’m going to fully tell her story. Her book is in the making, but for now I have to finish Sunlight, Coffee and Roses.

Sherri’s Passport

Sherri wanted to go as far as she possibly could to get away from everything and everyone. Not that she had that many people to get away from. The one person she was dying to get close to, she couldn’t forgive.

“Fuck this and fuck her,” Sherri sighed as she zipped her last suitcase and prepared to load her car.

As accomplished as she was she had yet to travel as much as she desired, but today, if she did nothing else, she would earn her passport.

Passport

© 2017, LeTara Moore

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Bet on the Heart

She decided that she would wait a few days before picking up the phone again. He had already told her things that most would expect a woman to want to hear from a man. Did he really meant what he had said or was he just after “that thing”? For the third day in a row, her phone rang. She had won his words, but what about his everything else?

 

© 2017, LeTara Moore, All Rights Reserved

Parlay

Insecure

There’s always some foolishness involved somewhere. No matter how good you’ve tried to be or how well you’ve tried to straighten your priorities, there’s always something.

For instance, I took an entire year to focus on me and my life’s work. No relationships for me. The last one gave the impression that he cared, but he wandered about his life aimlessly and, well, I was trying to steady my aim. The one before him was only meant for fun, but then he started to become affectionate. Then I learned, unwillingly, that he was lying to me about things I had not asked about. Before him, I was interested and so was he, but he wanted to take ownership of me though he’d go weeks without returning my calls.

I’d had enough! I was still on strike until the day He walked in. A few weeks later he said he loved me. It would be all well and good if his female roommate didn’t exist. Hey, at least he told me about her, right? 

I love how intimate our time is together. The laughs, the closeness is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. However, there’s a huge cloud that looms and I simply cannot. Cannot what?

He’s shared some of that intimacy with her at some point, I know. Do they still share it? The arrangement is for financial purposes, I know, but I. Just. Can. Not.

Regardless of how often he says it, I. Can. Not.

I wish I could believe him, but I. Can. Not.

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© LeTara Moore, 2017

Doubt

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