My first short story. Just a quick read. Supposed to be emotional.

Old flames die hard and Roxanne knows all about it. Although controlling and chauvinistic, Carlo is home to her heart and passion. And Carlo too, will not be able to wash Roxanne completely from his system any time soon. A son is not all that these two share. The likeness of love and stubbornness between them has linked these two once and may even be responsible for pulling them apart, but is it enough to unite them once again one day…

We all suffer from mental constipation, that usually means we have to lock ourselves up with a little inspiration to get the creative juices flowing’ and like diarrhea, when it comes, it comes.