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Love Hurts

by Russell Taylor

Copyright Russell Taylor 2011

Published by Erik Simonsen at Smashwords


Let me tell you something about love. They say love hurts; well, my love killed a whole town. Only a small town mind, but a whole town all the same. Love doesn’t just hurt, it maims, cripples and kills. I know; I’ve seen it in action.

I assume it was love. I didn’t study the subject at college and as far as I’m aware there isn’t an Idiots Guide, so just a guess then. But I had all the pain inside that the poets talk about, and there was a woman and there was trouble – lots of it. So, love would seem a good guess.

I’d like to make it clear from the start that this is real love we’re talking about here. I wouldn’t have seen a town die for anything less. I’m not that sort of person. By real love, I don’t mean the kind of affection that puts smiles on faces, but the sort that puts faces in coffins. I suppose it’s a lot like hate, except that I doubt hate has ever caused as many deaths.

What concerns us in this instance is a particular kind of real love – the love for a woman called Laura. Love takes a lot of different guises, but I’m willing to bet it’s never looked as good as Laura and never quite managed a walk like hers either. Laura was the face of my love, and if love has a face then I can also tell you that it has a cold, cruel heart, and that, I suppose, was my contribution.

Let me tell you something else about love before you begin. It doesn’t have an ending. It has a clearly defined beginning, but it never stops, not real love. So if you’re looking for an ending – happy, sad or otherwise – then perhaps you should look elsewhere. However, if you realise that cupid’s arrow has a never-ending shaft and a poison tip, then read on.


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