My story for this week came in an unusual way and I can’t decide how I feel about. Please do be honest in your comments, I appreciate it even if it stings! And if you like it, that’s great too!
Nothing Before Everything
“If you could time-travel, where would you go?”
He laughed, sending tingles through me. “I guess.”
“Seventeenth century,” I said. “All those romantic Shakespeare scenes, being acted out for real, men wearing tights, and…”
“Less pollution too,” he said, kicking an old milk bottle.
“Maybe not,” I said, thinking a lack of rubbish collections might outweigh even our plastic culture. “Just different kinds.”
“What’s so great about men in tights, anyway?” he said.
My legs itched under uniform grey wool. “Nothing, but if I have to wear them, everyone should suffer along too.”
That’s when he kissed me.