It’s a shame you’re so tall, he said. Too bad you’re so short, she said. She was a gorgeous 6-foot-tall blonde, and he was a love-smitten 5-foot-9. He was three inches from heaven.
He launched his campaign. He sent her photos of Tom Cruise draped under the arm of Katie Holmes. He bought her Manolo Blahnik heel-less shoes. He encouraged her to slouch, and taught himself how to walk on his toes.
He was a relentless dynamo of confidence, creativity, generosity, and humour.
She surrendered; they married, and she gave birth to his son. As it turned out, three was his heavenly, and lucky, number.
3 responses to “Three Inches From Heaven by Frank Rasky”
this one made me smile, which is great because it’s past midnight and i’ve had a hell of a day. been talking to two people about their marriages, too. “He encouraged her to slouch, and taught himself how to walk on his toes.” is wonderful.
I loved this! So sweet.
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