Micro-Fiction

The Tear
(as in rhymes with bear)
      
There was a tear in the lower left corner of
his shirt. She thought that the skin peeking out
was pink like sex was pink. She'd stare at it, the
space where love handles would be in ten years.
Till one day she touched it, and it was like the
tear was not even there.

          Lucy's Pretzel
      
      For Lucy, the chore of the times had been to 
regret. She felt the necessary drive to feel bad for 
saying to Jim, "I don't love you anymore." But the 
truth was she simply didn't (love or regret). Love had 
worn out like training wheels for her. Lik he had been 
a preperation, a practice, and he just could not let 
go of the bike.
      It happened on Monday: at the corner store. they 
had bought ice-cream frothed: vanilla. The spoons had 
been white and so were the Styrofoam bowls. Jim had 
imagined how his bowl would not biodegrade for 
thousands of years, how it would be around forever.
       For dessert (dessert?!?) Lucy ate a huge soft 
pretzel. Years from now, when Jim remembers that day, 
he'll see how big and textured the pieces of salt 
were, Lucy will just remember how they burned her 
tongue as she ate.