The title has nothing to do with the story, yet it does. It has more to do with the reader of it, maybe even the author. We’ll see.
I dedicate this story to Sandra Crook, a dear friend and most wonderful author of our Friday Fictioneers group. She will get it, even though she is not a nerd. Love ya, Sandra!
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The picture is from Emily L. Gant. Thank-you, Emily, for this fine picture.
Let’s just jump right in.
They always traveled together, so Steve felt it was the time to make the play. He turned his chair, looked her in the face.
“Listen, we’ve been doing this for a long time now and I just want you to know I’m very fond of you.” The rest of the speech seemed to work, until he started to sing the most “romantic” song he could think of.
“My heart would be a fireball, a fireball if you would be my Venus of the sta-a-ars.”
Venus stared at him with disdain. “Forget it, Zodiac. I have a pulled neck string.”