Unlike most of her friends and acquaintances, her teenage years and early twenties were not so much sweet with romance but bitter with break-ups and dour with disappointment. “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended,” she told her therapist, “I never chose the unlikely men I ended up with, things just happened.” Her first marriage was an utter disaster, she didn’t even like her husband at first, but it resulted in a much-loved child she took solace in when he disappeared over the horizon.
She was in her mid-thirties, accustomed to her own company, treading the familiar road of habit, not looking for romance or even companionship, when love took her by surprise one last time. She didn’t know how to handle his gentleness, kindness and innate generosity, but it swelled in her heart and love quickly grew.
Kim M. Russell, 16th March 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Prosery: Surprised or Not
This Monday Merril is our host for Prosery, when we write a piece of flash fiction no longer than 144 words that is inspired by and includes a line from a poem: “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”
This line comes from Jane Hirshfield’s poem, ‘I wanted to be surprised’.