Still Waters


By John L. Malone

He took her home, introduced her.
They talked a little.
She noticed the long legs, short shorts, sneakers, that she didn’t say much.
Still waters run deep, his mum said after he had run her home.
Ha! What did she know?. He took the plunge anyway
Swept up in its flow.
Those wild, reckless years.
Fifteen years on:
Three kids, a mortgage, a wife in tow.
Was it worth it?
Hell, yeah. Wished he could have let her know.

John Malone is a South Australian writer of flash fiction, short stories and poetry. He delights in Literature wherever it is found.

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