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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.

Story by:

Michael A. Kechula

submitted at 6:33pm

4 May 2009

Michael's stories have been published by 107 magazines and 30 anthologies.