27 words, instead

I received news from the people at the Storytime listserv that it will be quite hard to track the one possible place the story could be. I’m kicking myself all the way to forever at the loss. It’s my fault, I should have made more backups.

So, it’s past midnight and all I can do is try to write down the words I remember. I memorized it once upon a time, loved reciting it with vengeful pleasure. Now, from 99 words, we have 27. And yet, the story still gets told. So, I’m posting the 27-word MAJOR flasher version of the story first. It may be fun to flesh it out later, a 100 word flasher, and then a full-fledged short story. Here it is.

Courtly Love, he said

(the express edition)

(c)Anna L. Nathan, 2003-2006

Courtly Love, he said. Souls touching, never skin. So I married my fuck-buddy instead. Twenty-five years of heat. My courtly scholar’s in the obits today. Damned Coward.