BLISS

By Charles Deemer

 

They met in a bar. Love at first sight.

 

They danced and talked..

 

The bar closed. His place or hers?

 

At his place, they necked. Then he turned serious.

 

“I have a confession to make. I’m not a he. I’m a she.”

 

“Thank God,” she said. “I’m a he.”

 

Bliss!