The two lovers sat among the gardenias.
Along came the third.
The two men stared at one another, careful to control themselves. If she had not been present however, one of them surely would have been limp weight, face in the dirt.
She knew the vociferous hatred that passed between them. She knew the guilt of loving both and being able to choose neither. She knew she couldn't live with it. She stood and quietly strode down the brick path that led to the city street. She paused on the curb, the passing traffic blowing her hair in her face, and turned back to look at the park.
The seated man had a quiet, disciplined look, but his eyes grew wide when he realized her intentions. His rival understood just as quickly and sprinted toward her, shouting her name and various protestations.
He was too late. They were both too late.
Along came the third.
The two men stared at one another, careful to control themselves. If she had not been present however, one of them surely would have been limp weight, face in the dirt.
She knew the vociferous hatred that passed between them. She knew the guilt of loving both and being able to choose neither. She knew she couldn't live with it. She stood and quietly strode down the brick path that led to the city street. She paused on the curb, the passing traffic blowing her hair in her face, and turned back to look at the park.
The seated man had a quiet, disciplined look, but his eyes grew wide when he realized her intentions. His rival understood just as quickly and sprinted toward her, shouting her name and various protestations.
He was too late. They were both too late.
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