Jack (A Short Story of Love)


Jack steered the car onto a quiet side road. He hit the brakes as a streaking cat shot by.

What a freaking day.

His boss was in a foul mood. Computers systems were down all day. The deal he was expecting fell through. The money for the car repair meant no summer vacation. And his cell phone fell in a puddle.

He watched the wipers clear his wet window, certain it only rained on him.

Staring at the broken umbrella on the car floor, he shrugged. Why bother. He was already soaking wet.

Why he put up with all this crap. There had to be a better way. Is this all there is to life?

Stepping out of the car, heavy rain pelted him.

He hurried to the door. Fumbling with the keys he dropped them and cursed Murphy and his stupid law.

He entered the house and walked past his pretty girlfriend, grunting a cold hello.

She stood there happy to see him, but disappointed by his tone. Obviously, he wasn’t in the mood to notice her new dress or hairdo.

Jack dropped onto the recliner and sighed. He saw his girlfriend disappear into the back.

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. What were all these damn sacrifices for?


He looked up to find his naked girlfriend. She handed him a stiff drink. Ice cubes clicked, but she had his undivided attention.

She sank to one knee, unlaced his shoes to remove his wet socks.

Still resting on one knee, she looked into his eyes, opened her palm to reveal a wedding band.

“Jack will you marry me?”

He smiled; the first smile of this glorious day.


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