Two, Too, To

“You’re trying too hard,” she said. “You’re trying way too hard.”

He hung his head low and stared down at his busy fingers: thumbs twiddling, fingers lacing and unlacing. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Finally, he glanced up at her and asked solemnly, “So what would you have me do?”

She leaned forward, grabbed his hands and stared straight into his eyes. “I,” she said, “wouldn’t have you do anything. That, my love, is up to you.”

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

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