Five Sentence Love Stories


By Renée Georg

I was standing with Mary, my chosen partner for the orienteering trek, when the instructor announced we would be drawing lots. 

“Anyone but the guy who looks like an axe murderer,” I whispered. 

But, just my luck. 

Alone in the woods with him, my heart racing, I kept a safe distance until finally revising my opinion to “harmless.” 

He still slays me.

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