I Love You…

She leaned out the window of the brownstone and stared down at the young man with greased-backed hair standing on the street below. “What do you want Billy Connors? You know if my dad catches you here, he’s gonna murder you.”

“I don’t care what your dad thinks. I love you, Sally Mae Hawkins. You hear me? I said I love you!”

“Hush with all that.” She said, waving her hand and blushing. “You need to git before my daddy gets home.”

“Say it. Say you love me, and then I’ll go.

“I love you.”

“Oh, uh…hey Mr. Hawkins.”

Friday Fictioneers

And have a Happy Birthday Rochelle!

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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