Hanging By a Thread


Remember when we were dating, and you told me we should take a break for a while? she said.

<His warning bells went off.  –Dangerous territory. Dangerous territory–>

Yes, he gulped, you were cool about it.

Not really, she admitted. I felt like my heart was hanging by a thread.

So why did you act so blasé ? He was curious now.

I didn’t want to admit how vulnerable I felt, in case you didn’t feel as strongly about our relationship. So why did you want to take a break, anyway? Once again, her tone sounded blasé, but he was lucky enough to notice a glistening around her eyes.

My feelings were so overwhelming, it scared me. He glanced up, hoping she wouldn’t think the truth sounded pathetically needy.

She smashed her lips against his.

Hanging By a Thread


About CarolWiebe

Art entices, inspires, and delights me. Art is a vehicle for laughter, tears, wonder, enlightenment--taking me on a constant path of discovery. You can't say that about housework (except, perhaps, for the crying part).
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6 Responses to Hanging By a Thread

  1. Carol Boyer says:


    This is beautiful. You use color so well! I find it inspiring and it makes me want to go to work on my images in photo shop. Keep it up
    Keep creating

  2. tammy vitale says:

    The story is awesome and so captures that “dangerous territory” thing! A mini story! Love your piece too!

  3. Sandra says:

    Your short story says so much! Wonderful.

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