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“Unpleasant characters” would be abusive, mean-spirited people.
The Old Soldier would really like to publish some romance. Correct punctuation, spelling and grammar do count.
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Past, Present And Future
Henry kissed Jill’s forehead. The television was on but neither one of them could tell what the show was about. They snuggled together on the bed. Henry looked at his hanging coat which had the ring in the chest pocket. He was just waiting for the perfect moment. Jill was the one for him. There was no question in his mind. She wasn’t like his old girlfriends.
“Will you love me forever?” Henry asked her.
She thought for a moment.
“Well,” she said, sitting up. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?” he said, smiling as if she had told a joke.
“Well, I don’t know what my heart will do. I can’t see into the future.”
Henry looked at her quizzically. She continued.
“It’s just that it has been my experience and others have told me that love isn’t always there. Married couples have a hard time maintaining those same feelings. It doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other.”
“I see,” he said.
Jill kissed him on the lips and laid her head back down on his chest.
“I’m very much in love with you,” she said. “I do know that. I hope we will always be together.”
They watched television for a while. Jill soon fell asleep, but Henry was wide awake and fidgety. What Jill said perturbed him. He tried to go to sleep, but it bothered him too much. He didn’t understand. Why couldn’t she love him forever? He recalled that all of his old girlfriends did.
The End
Bio: Brett Nicholas Moore is the author of Tales of Brother Goose, a satire of Mother Goose stories. His stories can be read at Brother Goose Tales.
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