Strawberry season (a drabble)

I forget simple things, like don’t get involved with involved women.

Goddammit, temptation isn't to be resisted; it's candy in a shiny wrapper.

So I unwrapped her.

Yeah, she had a sob story; he beat her and drank all the time. I nodded and smiled and kissed her.

She reminded me of strawberry candies, the hard ones with yummy in the middle.

Of course she told him.

Pretty sure that was her plan all along.

He paid me a visit.

I remembered to aim small.

I forget things, like my work gloves.

This fucking shovel really chews up my hands.