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Don't Bring Me Flowers
By Peggy Duffy
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Not rated by the Author.
When he tells me he is happily married, I believe him. We are in my bed, arms and legs entwined, the passion which drove us here quieter now. I would prefer the intimacy of silence, to listen to nothing more than the beating of a heart through a chest wall, to bathe in the warmth that lies between us. These men always prefer to talk. They roll onto their backs, at once distant yet eager to bridge that distance with conversation. He pulls away and gazes at the ceiling.
“I’ve never done this before,” he tells me. And I believe this too.
A reprint of an oldie, but goodie. Click on the link below to read the rest of the story.
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| Reviewed by Guy Hogan |
12/26/2006 |
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| My genre is flash fiction. "What It Is To Say Goodbye" and "Don't Bring Me Flowers" have made me a fan. Just good, clean, clear, tight writing all around. Guy Hogan |
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| Reviewed by April Smith |
2/10/2006 |
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| This is so sad...my friend is currently sleeping with a married man and she swears it's just sex...but as I watch her talk about him, I can tell her feelings are involved beyond just the sex. It's a sad situation for all involved. THanks for sharing, April |
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