Real Love [A Short Story]


This isn’t your typical love story. Some would argue this isn’t a love story at all. But what constitutes real love anyway?

As the lines between the real world and the digital world blur, our concept of love and everything we associate it with may need to change. Geoff has learned this. But will others understand?


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Geoff walked over to the orb and stuck his hand in. It felt like… Well, he wasn’t quite sure. Like when he woke up in the middle of the night with a hand or foot that’s fallen asleep. That’s probably the closest he could ascribe the mild burning sensation to.

He pulled his hand out and looked at it. It looked fine. No discoloration. No swelling. And the tingling was gone, too. 

He repeated the motion, this time with his slippered foot. He held it there long enough to feel a pulling sensation along with the same tingling from before. With his heart racing and his foot feeling as though it had fallen asleep, he pulled back and shuffled over to the couch. 

He looked down at the ground and considered the options. Then he remembered Brenton was still there and looked up to see his friend’s usually pale face looking even paler. 

“It’s like… It feels like putting your hand up to the end of a vacuum. There’s something in there sucking at your body, but I don’t think it’s gonna hurt. That must just be how you play the game,” Geoff tried to explain.

 Brenton shook his head. “I really don’t want you to do this. I mean, look at that thing. What even is it?”

“The box says it’s just five minutes of game play. I’m gonna get in there real quick and I’ll call you when it’s over.”

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