Written as part of a challenge called Friday fictioneers,
My keen sense reminds me how stupid I am. The signs are obvious to those outside. Nearsightedness is a hazard in relationships.
I’m in my third minute of standing in silent treatment. My eyes have already looked her over. I have probed the body armor for weak spots. The fences are sharp. No trespassing signs posted.
I surrender to the moment. One sigh at a time.
“Have it your way then.” I resign my post turning away