Every time he visits my apartment, he brings his space heater. He says I keep it too cold, he can’t take off his shoes. I want him to be comfortable, but must he remove his socks as well? A constant reminder I’m dating a man with toe claws.
“You’re using up my electricity with that thing.”
“Move in with me. You won’t have to worry about bills.”
Space heater fires are common in the winter. His plan is to engulf my apartment in flames. Force me to live with him. But my love is distant. I don’t aim for marriage.
WORD COUNT: 100
Who knew writing a story in 100 words was this hard?! Phew. This story is part of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. My first go-round