Love and…

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Here’s a short story that I wrote a couple of years ago that celebrates the awkwardness of love ❤️

My Bellyful

‘Are you all right?’ Alison leans forward, a hand reaching out to touch Tim’s knee.

‘I’m fine. Really.’

‘You’re very pale.’

‘It’s the heat.’ He rearranges himself on the blanket, ‘I’m not very good with the heat.’

‘You’ve always been okay with it before.’

‘Well, it’s not normally this hot, is it?’

‘No, I guess not.’

‘And we’ve never been abroad together, have we? So you’ve probably never seen me…you know, hot.’

In the distance, a group of children play football. Alison refills her plastic cup.

‘Would…would you like to go abroad together?’ Tim asks.

‘Sorry?’

‘Abroad. Would you like to go abroad together?’

‘We can’t really afford it, can we?’

He holds her gaze, then looks away. ‘No, I guess not.’

‘But maybe we could go to Cornwall or something?’

He smiles. ‘Yes, that’s a good idea. We could go for a week or two, perhaps.’

Alison picks at…

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