The L Word -

Not upward this time. Downward.

Here’s a short piece developed from the prompt The L Word the l word

Leaving.

She never said it first. Not to him, not to anyone. Not upward this time

So when he looked at her across the dinner table one Tuesday—their Tuesday, pasta and red wine and the same jazz station—and said, “I think I’m falling in love with you,” she felt the stone shift. the l word

She didn’t say the L word. Not that night. But for the first time, she let herself believe that maybe leaving wasn’t the only L word that mattered.