summer romance

It was a warm summer night, the kind that flickered with fireflies and possibilities. But Allison was nervous. Before Scott came over that evening, she put on a light pink sundress and brushed out her hair. Then she made a list.

When Scott knocked on the door, she opened it. Before he had a chance to say hello, she held up a finger. “Reason one why I cannot marry you: We’ve both been married before. We know marriage doesn’t work.”