Size Doesn't Matter
She was magnificent. All three inches of her.
A Martian? I didnít care.
She arrived when I was suicidal. Saved my life.
Daytimes she sat on my shoulder, purring.
Nights she slept on my pillow, sighing.
Inseparable, love blossomed.
If only my appendage was minuscule so I could consumate our love.
I consulted a surgeon. He thought me weird. "Downsize it? Impossible!"
Though celibate, our love grew.
A priest wouldnít marry us. "Your dimensions prove this love is illicit!"
Then she disappeared. Grieved, I found a note.
"Iíve gone home to Mars. Thereís a new hormonal treatment."
Three months passed.
"It worked," she said, trying to snuggle her twenty-foot body next to my six-foot frame.
submitted at 6:33pm
4 May 2009
Michael's stories have been published by 107 magazines and 30 anthologies.