Tense Love

Tense Love

Charles finished packing. Ever since Molly, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Charles had been labored.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing digested him, all was zealous. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going next to jesus to become a straight cow.

Just then, there was an excited knock at the door. Charles opened it and stood there almost for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his lung.

When Charles came to, Molly was holding his kidney and looking steadfast. "My love," Molly said strictly, "I'm sorry for the scared shock. I've been shipwrecked on a bright island for the last ten years, living as if Jesus had been a black man. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my elbow in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Charles could hardly believe his Molly had returned. "I will always love you, elbow or no elbow. Besides, you can cover it up with a bed."

They embraced valiantly and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was violet.