Write Her Story

My Better Half
by Rebecca R. Pierce

He sawed me in half. My job was to smile whenever he did it.

Reflecting back, I realized I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was just some pretty thing he’d show off to the applause of all. He was the talented one. I was nothing more than the magician’s pretty assistant. I didn’t have a voice. I’d strut across the stage with long, tapered legs and wave. He made me appear or disappear at his whim. At the end of the show, I’d crawl in the box and he’d saw me in half.

I used to ask him which part of me he loved best, heads or tails. He’d smile enigmatically as we lay together in bed. He never did say. We were so cute before the magic left us.

I remembered the day we met…