Times changing

He sat brooding over his third beer. “When life gives you lemons…” the barman was saying to him, but Allan no longer listened. His life wasn’t just sour — jobless at 27, he was plummeting towards rock bottom.

A rainbow of scarves flew across the bar. People were swaying as John Lennon egged them through loud speakers. “Hello there,” A slender woman with a black bob took the vacant seat next to Allan.

— — —

“See this grandpa!” Peter yelled, nudging Allan out of his reverie. “Someone replied to my Tinder profile.”

Allan smiled. He had found his soul mate at a snack bar.

Creator

Wielding her weapon, Margaret felt immense power surge through her veins. Everything rested on her — she could make or break Larry. She could poke, tease, torture him even, and no one to intervene.

She could control him, discipline him, and boss him. Like a puppeteer she could play with his arms and legs, like a sore partner she could mess with his soul, like a disowning parent she could stare until he withered in shame.

She had created him, and she had every right to destroy him. After all, she wouldn’t be the first author to torment her characters.

The one who cracked the shell

When their eyes locked for the first time, something sparked. David felt a bolt of lighting shoot through his veins, high energy gushing through his warm blood making it warmer, making him warmer.

Instinct said she sensed it, too.

Something changed within, and everything changed without. His face lost its hardness, his smile reached his eyes, his eyes brimmed with warmth, his stride became a pace. Long black beard became a slick black stubble, and though he wouldn’t shave the moustache, he oiled and softened it all the same. All for her.

Wife defined his love but daughter, his tenderness.