This fic was the result of a challenge on FFML to write a story
using only one-syllable words. This is trickier than it sounds, since so
many names are two or more syllables. I guess it really qualifies as a
form of poetry. Hope you like it!
Ranma 1/2 and its associated characters were created by Rumiko
Takahashi, and no infringement is intended.
by Scott K. Jamison
He does not love me back. Three years now, and it still wounds
me. I was his best choice, I was so sure of that. I thought he would
come to love me if he had the chance. I gave him that chance by my plan,
so we were wed.
Our move, to flee her kin and his, should have made him close to
me. But I hear him weep and call her name in his sleep. She has his
love, not me. Our child moves in my womb, and I fear for it. He does
not love me, will he hate our babe?
Should I cut my hair short, strike him like she did, cook bad
food? Would that make him love me, or yearn for her more? Cold tears
run down my cheeks, for I am caught in my own snare and can not flee.
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