Dean
Can be read as a standalone story.
The press called her the unlikely bride.
They got it wrong.
I’m the unlikely one.
A Collier man asking a kindergarten teacher to save him.
I’ve slept with royalty. Society women. Women whose names I never learned.
Then I watched a woman in a budget dress quietly steal canapés off a buffet table.
Not for herself.
For the homeless men she’d passed on the way in.
In a room full of people pretending to care, she was the only one who actually did.
I told myself it was curiosity.
Then I told myself it was lust.
Then I showed up at her door with a sculpture that cost more than her annual salary.
I’m not a good man. My blood is bad. My name is a warning.
She knew all of it. Read every headline.
And she looked at me like I was worth saving anyway.
The press wanted a scandal.
What they got was something they couldn’t explain.
Neither could I.
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