by Virginia Marion
Soft spring sunshine filtered through the trees at the outdoor café, helping Lenore build courage. "I'm pregnant." Boyd's face transformed, anger narrowing his eyes to slits, his jaw clenching. "You said you loved me." Truth nudged the edges of her mind and fear blossomed, forcing her to avert her eyes. "I'm sterile," he replied through gritted teeth.
Virginia Marion writes in Texas and has been published at Every Day Fiction, FlashShot, Brilliance e-zine, the Melic Review and The Wroter’s Post Journal magazine.