Our love was a soft love because we made no demands on one another; our lovemaking was soft and sweet. She was soft and gentle, and she gave me her soft and gentle love.
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I’ve been on the dodge for two days now. There are men looking for me—who want to kill me.
It’s a long story, but anyway you look at it I am slated to die. The only thing that matters right now is that I get to Julie. I have to fade away, and I need her to go with me.
I was doing work for these guys and something went wrong. What went wrong is not important now. Just know they want me dead. However, my saving grace is that they do not know about Julie … yet.
I’m on my way to Julie … and I will be with her. We will live our lives together or I will be killed trying to reach her. They know my car, and men have been sent out to find me.
Julie lives off of Pico near the Sunset Strip. I drive by her apartment and see her car, she’s home.
I park a block away, and before getting out of my car, I slide the 9mm into my back pocket. Just as a precaution. My plan is to tell her to pack for an overnight trip. I’ll buy her whatever she needs or wants once we get to where we are going … if we get to where we are going.
I scan the neighborhood as I approach her building. All is clear.
She is happy to see me and I con her into thinking I am going to take her to the mountains for a two-day romantic holiday.
She has packed a bag that I am carrying and we are on the street when all hell breaks loose. The first bullet whizzes by my ear, the second hits me in the shoulder and spins me halfway around.
The first thing I do is push Julie to the ground, and then I pull my 9mm. There are three of them. The first is an easy target. He is only yards away; a bullet to his right eye takes care of him. The second is half hidden behind a Mercedes, it takes two shots and he is splayed on the street, his lifeblood flowing into the gutter.
The third assassin is running for his life; we are safe for now. But he fired at me when Julie was with me. He might have killed her and for that he must die. There are no pedestrians. I take my stance and take my time. When he is sighted, I squeeze the trigger. I do not wait for him to fall; I know that he is already dead.
I reach down and extend my hand to Julie lying on the pavement. When she is on her feet, I wipe the tears from her eyes and tell her that we have the rest of our lives to discuss what just happened, but right then we had to hightail it before the cops showed up. She didn’t ask any damn fool questions. Instead, she smiled at me, touched the blood seeping through my jacket, and said, “Let’s go.” That is one of the many reasons I love her.
That was three years ago. We are now living somewhere I do not care to mention. Our first child is on the way. Julie is so radiant. I found a job as a mechanic at a local repair shop and for the first time since I was a kid, I do not have to sleep with a gun under my pillow. We are very happy. Our love is no longer soft. It’s hard as granite, as hard as the earth upon which we stand. It is a hard love. A good love.
Great sorry. Was so caught up, felt like I was part of some action movie. Keep it up
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I love a romantic story where the characters ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. This may not always happen in real life, but we read stories to momentarily escape the reality of life and enter a fantasy world. This story was short, sweet and wonderful. Keep up the good work.
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EXcellent. The badass guys aren’t always so bad.
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Sometimes they don’t win and sometimes they do. But in the long run, good triumphs.
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You are THE storyteller, Andrew.
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Andrew.
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A perfect happy ending! Thanks for sharing, Andrew.
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Thank you for reading it.
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Great story, Andrew. I enjoyed it. So much packed into so few words.
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Thanks. And give my regards to VM.
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Ha! You write tough, but inside you’re all marshmallow. Fun little story.
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Please don’t tell anyone.
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Three bad-asses gone! Good story, AJ!
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I love killing bad-asses as long as I can do it from my computer.
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Andrew, thank you, this one ended happy. Reading it I was waiting for the OMG she got hit, blood running on the sidewalk, and her lifeless eyes stare up at me. 😲 Christine 📚
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That’s a good ending, too. Wish I would have thought of it. But every once in a while I have to let a few people in my stories live to see another day.
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(laughing out loud) Thanks, Andrew. Keep writing however the story takes you. I’ll learn to deal with death. 🤣
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Super story, Andrew.
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I got a million of ’em.
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That’s good. Might make a short story volume.
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