When bad love hits like a hurricane, you come up clutching and gasping, grabbing anything handy to get to shore.

If you recognize it.

Sometimes we love too much, too deeply, too kindly, to see clearly and then you can just let go and drown. If you’re lucky, someone reaches down and pulls you to the surface, or sometimes, you just have to touch bottom and spring up—with a will to live.

But real Bad Love doesn’t let you sink. Bad Love slaps you around until you can’t deny the evil, the nasty, the wicked.

Here’s the link to the micro fiction (very short) story CUT IT OFF by DD Wilbrink, in Bright Flash Literary Review.

Photo shows the models for this auto-fiction story, can you see the heart on the wedding shirt I made my first husband? I loved him once; he's gone now.