Daily story, April 8, 2025

The bolt cutters looked a little suspicious, so he put them in the bag. It was dawn when he arrived at the bridge where the lovers fixed their padlocks. “Bad breakup,” he told those who stopped to look. Then he waited a minute or two for them to move on, and started cutting again. When he was finished, the bag was too heavy to take home, so he heaved it into the river. The one lock he left behind shone in the morning sun.