A Love Story
IT CAN NEVER BE TOO SIMPLE
Can a man buy love with a piece of jewelry? The guy at the jewelry store seemed to think so. But that damned diamond was so expensive. So I robbed a bank. Well, okay—it wasn’t a bank, it was a credit union. And I hated to shoot two people in the process, but what could I do? I was in love.
When I gave her the little box, I could she was upset.
“What’s wrong?” I said. “Don’t you like it?”
“Oh, I love it. It’s so beautiful. It’s just that, well…”
“What?”
“Do you know my friend, Sheila?”
“Sheila? Uh, no.”
“She’s the friend who had the little dog that drowned in the dishwasher.”
“Oh, yeah. I mean—no.” Because I never pay attention to stories involving friends or major appliances.
“Well, anyway, Sheila works over at the credit union on 23rd Street. And some guy shot her.”
Damn. Damn, damn, and god dammit to Hell. I knew I should have robbed a bank.
“Oh, honey, that’s terrible,” I say. “But won’t she recover? I mean, it was a low caliber weapon. Uh, right?”
“Yeah, she’ll recover.” Then a long sigh. “But I’m just not in the mood for love.”
I cursed and considered the irony of the situation. Relationships are so complicated.
Tags: a love story, fiction, joe canzano
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October 23, 2009 8:01 am
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