Two 101-word stories that I wrote for a contest. Not suitable for children.
She’s obsessed with locks: deadbolts, chains, combination locks; doors, windows, car (even while driving). There are nights she wakes up screaming and nights she doesn’t sleep at all. She flinches when I touch her and it’s been three months since we made love.
I can’t tell her I understand how she feels because I don’t. I don’t tell her I’ll make it better because I can’t. I want to hold her to me and protect her from the bad people in the world. But when she needed me I wasn’t there. I’m useless to her.
It’s like he raped our marriage.
It was raining hard the night I met her. She was wearing that red scarf she likes so much. Just a stranger on the bridge, but then I saw myself in her eyes and everything changed.
It wasn’t magic words but my strong, confident demeanor that changed her mind. She fell in love with that strength and confidence. I fell in love with her.
But sometimes I wonder what will happen when she realizes what I was doing that night on the bridge in the pouring rain. I dread the day she realizes that her strong, confident man needed saving too.