The Human Condition

By Rick Clarke

For a smart guy he was a lousy kisser.  He was awkward with the girl, and his idea of passion didn’t make for steamy public consumption. Clearly they were married. Only not to each other.  

He was a professor in some small middle ranking university. He'd worked hard from all accounts. Got himself a wife and kids along the way.

This kiss aside, he seemed like a swell guy.

But for all his logical reasoning, he was walking towards his ruin with his eyes wide open and his brain unscrewed.  It was the human condition: finding happiness and destruction in the same woman.

There was going to be nothing like a good ending to this affair. Especially now I had the whole commotion wrapped up on 35mm film.

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