Sally and I met back in ’04, when the bank I worked at was being robbed and she came to our rescue. She fried the robbers just enough to render them immobile until the cops arrived, and then she reached out a hand to help me out from under my desk.
Sure, that shock I felt when our hands met might have been residual charge, but I knew then that I had to see her again.
It took me six dates to earn her real name. We married in ’09. Even now, when we kiss, I feel that familiar spark.
Author’s Note: I wonder if Sally has to deal with static shocks in the winter like the rest of us do. You think dryer sheets do anything for her?
This entire series is delightful!
A charming new twist on a staple trope.
Thanks!
Thank you so much, CS!!