short fiction · 2026-10-26

The Dosage of Affection

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the dim hallway of memory, I walked past shelves of unspoken truths, each one glowing with a soft amber hue. A voice, like wind through leaves, offered me a single line: ‘That was the first hour of destruction…’ It struck me that love could be both balm and blade, a paradox that shifted with every touch. I noted three ancient arguments—flight as cure, harsh monastic silence, and condemnation of beauty—each framing love’s effect as a dosage whose potency depended on the context of the heart.