Tender Unscramble Novels & Stories

Zack’s gaze drops to the poem Anna is pointing at, his brow furrowing slightly as he reads the title. He leans closer, getting a better look at the poem, his initial skepticism giving way to curiosity. The title itself seems simpler than some of the other abstract options they have been looking at. “Coloured,” he repeats thoughtfully. “Maybe this won’t be so bad.” His fingers trace the short lines of the poem on the page. The poem appears to explore the relationship between being lively and spirited and age. “So, you want me to analyze this one for you,” he asks and looks up at her brown eyes. Anna nods, “But first, you have to find your love poem and analyze it, then copy over the analysis

“Welcome to the club, buddy. Scared shitless but completely addicted.” I allowed myself a small, almost embarrassed smile. “Yeah. Addicted sounds about right.”

When he heard the noise I made, Francis turned to face me. I could see the redness in his eyes. "Scarlett, who did you sleep with? Tell me!" What? What he said next hit me like a jolt of lightning. "Scarlett, you've been infected with AIDS!"

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN

Ten rings and there was no more answer. He returned to his seat analyzing Tessa’s teasing wordplay. Why was she so misleading in her statement? Her attitude was unlikely of a rejection, otherwise, she would have said so, for Tessa was frank and direct to the point. But he started it all with an ambiguous statement. He made a gambit that boomeranged, leaving him no other way but to swallow the game that he started.