The one-word prompt I chose this week from Five Sentence Fiction’s past prompts was ‘Armour’. (or Armor) 🙂 I’d been just a bit to late to post it before the link closed last week.
Geoffrey tries not to think about his life before the transformation, though sometimes he remembers, with pain, the slow, depressing fusion of one grey month into another, with nothing to break the monotony of his daily grind.
But recently everything has changed for Geoffrey, and the whole world has opened up before him, allowing him to visit countries he’s never dreamed of, to meet friends from every corner of the world, and to talk with people who’ve experienced situations or events of which he could never have conceived in his earlier life.
He’s become supremely comfortable, almost cavalier, in his relationships with the opposite sex, and there have been more girlfriends in the last few months than he could ever have contemplated, sometimes several at the same time, and one or two of them, like Amanda, securing a special place in his heart for a while.
But now he gazes sadly at Amanda’s message on the screen before him, eleven words that herald the death of yet another deeply fulfilling, enthralling and at times passionate relationship.
“I’m dying to meet you face to face, how about it?”