A little slice of time that I wrote in half an hour. Haven’t looked at it. It’s all in the mind. That sort of deal.

“If I could maybe fly I’d assume it would be with you,” he said shyly. He imagined this would be easier than it was proving to be. He imagined that the girl standing in front of him would spout wings and sweep him up from his feet. Instead she was standing with her mouth half parted a look of disgust painted on her porcelain skin.

“What,” her face was retreating back as if petrified of the boy standing directly in front of her, “does that even mean?”

“It means,” a gulp, “that,” a stutter, “I,” a lip quivers, “love,” a desperation, “you.”

“Oh.”

That one word was a left hook right hook combination that knocked him on his ass. He looked down and away from the girl. He couldn’t even look at her feet for it reminded him of her face which reminded him of that word. Licking his lips he swallowed again hardly noticing the single tear threatening to jump from his cheek.

“Are you alright?” She leaned in, truly sorry for everything that had preceded this moment.

“Couldn’t be,” he paused unsure of where to go from here. So many directions. So little time. His mind worked in overdrive to find the right work. “possibly,” he stalled still searching for that one combination of letters. He looked her straight in the eyes and flatly said the one syllable word he was lusting after, “worse.”