{"id":7729,"date":"2012-01-14T09:52:39","date_gmt":"2012-01-14T14:52:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=7729"},"modified":"2012-01-15T11:52:37","modified_gmt":"2012-01-15T16:52:37","slug":"he","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=7729","title":{"rendered":"He"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He waited on the platform, clutching the flowers he knew she loved.  Three long weeks she&#8217;d been away, but now everything would be ok.<\/p>\n<p>It hadn&#8217;t been easy at first.  She was still traumatized by the crazy ex.  He remembered how she&#8217;d held him when she talked about it, clinging to him for protection, like a frightened child.<\/p>\n<p>The gun had been her idea. &#8220;You never know,&#8221; she&#8217;d said, &#8220;he could show up anywhere.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It seemed a bit extreme to him, but he&#8217;d gotten it anyway, just to make her feel safer.  &#8220;Thanks,&#8221; she&#8217;d said. &#8220;Not all men are like you.  It&#8217;s hard to find a good one.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The train was coming in now.  He was glad he&#8217;d remembered the flowers.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s the guy,&#8221; the officer said, &#8220;he&#8217;s got the flowers, like she said.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It all happened so fast, his arms jerked back, the cold cuffs around his wrists, the flowers falling to the platform, the second officer saying &#8220;Check his pockets for the gun.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then he saw her, coming off the train.  There was a strange man, one arm protectively around her.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You don&#8217;t understand, officer&#8221; he protested weakly, knowing it would do no good.  &#8220;I&#8217;m the good one.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He waited on the platform, clutching the flowers he knew she loved. Three long weeks she&#8217;d been away, but now everything would be ok. It hadn&#8217;t been easy at first. She was still traumatized by the crazy ex. He remembered how she&#8217;d held him when she talked about it, clinging to him for protection, like &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=7729\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;He&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7729"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7729"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7729\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7740,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7729\/revisions\/7740"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7729"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7729"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7729"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}