Daniel Jay Paul

IF THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING IN LOVE,

THEN EVERYTHING’S ALL RIGHT

Daniel Jay Paul

Winter raged outside his window making him a shut-in for yet another weekend afternoon. He sat filling the ashtray before him with one cigarette after another, thinking of a summer past spent on a Lake Michigan beach and the girl in the salmon pink bikini he had shared it with. Where had all the passion gone, he wondered. He knew all about companionship and contentment, but he only…