The Better Part of Love
Hello all, here's a piece from my upcoming new book, 'The Better Part of Love', which is a short story collection with all the stories looking at different aspects of love and relationships. I've tried to get a nice broad spectrum of types of stories, approaches, techniques and moods. With everything from old friendships, war-time camaraderie through to what to do if someone cheats, what they should do and whether or not all guys are indeed ass-holes, I'm confident there's something in there for everyone.
This piece below is to do with how we view love after love goes sour. It's looking at a relationship that could have so easily gone one way but didn't and asking questions such as what do the good times mean to us when we hit the bad times and how much of a false picture do we build up of someone else.
Enjoy.
(oh, and if you haven't bought my first book yet, then go to http://tinyurl.com/notionscolinfox)
The better part of Love
It was the better part of hillbilly love. If you can laugh when the zipper on a mock crock boot gets stuck and won’t come off whilst trying to hurriedly remove each other’s clothes in the best movie fashion, then that’s love. Or at least fun.
If you can laugh hysterically after having love-making interrupted by a neighbor’s Dukes of Hazzard car-horn as he passes the house, then that’s the better part of a love that’s a friendship as well.
The last thing you want to think about when being intimate with your partner is a neighbour who we suspected of being border-line retarded, thought the height of sophistication was tucking his jeans inside his shoes and not picking his nose too obviously, in Public.
‘Dale.’ We both said at the same time as the brief Confederate cacophony came from the road.
The bed shook with our laughter.
This piece below is to do with how we view love after love goes sour. It's looking at a relationship that could have so easily gone one way but didn't and asking questions such as what do the good times mean to us when we hit the bad times and how much of a false picture do we build up of someone else.
Enjoy.
(oh, and if you haven't bought my first book yet, then go to http://tinyurl.com/notionscolinfox)
The better part of Love
It was the better part of hillbilly love. If you can laugh when the zipper on a mock crock boot gets stuck and won’t come off whilst trying to hurriedly remove each other’s clothes in the best movie fashion, then that’s love. Or at least fun.
If you can laugh hysterically after having love-making interrupted by a neighbor’s Dukes of Hazzard car-horn as he passes the house, then that’s the better part of a love that’s a friendship as well.
The last thing you want to think about when being intimate with your partner is a neighbour who we suspected of being border-line retarded, thought the height of sophistication was tucking his jeans inside his shoes and not picking his nose too obviously, in Public.
‘Dale.’ We both said at the same time as the brief Confederate cacophony came from the road.
The bed shook with our laughter.