Sans Malice

By: Steve Fite

She’d be the greatest conversation you’d ever had. She’d smile and laugh and cut you to the quick with a gleam in her eye.  She’d look right through you and see past the flaws and touch the one part of you no one else even knew was there.  Beneath her tough exterior sat an even tougher interior.

There was one rule: You weren’t allowed to care.  

If you broke the rule she’d stare blankly back at you, sans malice, with a slow and curious look that let you know you’d overstepped as she calmly walked away, no worse for wear.