Small Ficlet-thing of Great Randomness

2005-07-23T18:26:53Z

At some point, it stops being just sex (or even partnership, or friendship, much as he’s tried to pin it down as those), although he can’t say he really noticed at the time. It is, after all, quite the small realisation to be reached, that it makes a difference it’s her, and not someone else. But, nevertheless on one night after, he finds himself sitting in his room with the most peculiar puzzled little smile on his face.

How very novel.

And the little realisation, once acknowledged, grows to something larger, and he is then forced to wonder if maybe he is now a victim of that oldest of clichés. Certainly not, he assures himself, adding a reminder of how they have been working quite closely for some time, and might not some inaccurate conclusion have been drawn from there? Not a bad theory, and calmly he decides to let it rest at that, and he’ll forget about all this in a bit, won’t he?

A ‘bit’ later, and the knotty little problem is still clinging stubbornly to existence. Symptoms show no sign of disappearing.

Perhaps, he thinks to himself, appalled, here admitting the problem might be the first step to recovery.

Even if recovery is being a nasty, contrary thing and avoiding him even now.

But, still, he’d never be so crass as to say anything.

Nguyen Dinh Bao

Small Ficlet-thing of Great Randomness