Stockholm

Honorable mention in the NYC Midnight 100 word micro fiction 2024 Final Round. Constraints were: action: falling in love / word to use: enough.

When they find us, they’ll call you a criminal. I don’t believe that anymore.

And I don’t feel wronged. To be taken is to be chosen. To be chosen, cherished.

Captivity created Us.

Something flits to my lips, inarticulate.

“What,” you baritone directly into the burner. Client call, unrelated to me, your little golden egg in unhatched ransom.

“I love you,” I dare.

I flinch as you layer your gaze onto that already towering statement. My handcuffs itch but don’t jingle. See, no tricks.

Then you confirm my only remaining fear. You’re used to this happening. 

“That’s enough,” you warn.