Every once in a while I will write a short story that is only a paragraph long. Here’s #1.
He found it strange that the women he used to adore he was now attracted to only superficially. Maybe the only attraction he ever experienced towards them was inherently superficial and everything else on the periphery (it did seem now to be peripheral) was simply inspired by this primitive attraction. Maybe time doesn’t change them, he thought, maybe it simply makes clear what was there all along. He thought all this while standing in line at the taqueria as his car was being detailed in the adjacent auto shop. Who could he call to pick him up? It’s not so much that he burned all his bridges but rather a wildfire swept through and eviscerated everything, bridges included. Since the divorce he’d been thinking more about these women. He’d always been faithful but was now considering whether it had been worth it. Monogamy couldn’t be completely outdated, right? Maybe the only thing killing this social construct were the endless discussions about it. Regardless, he was allergic to something out here and now his nose was killing him.