By Joana Figueiredo
Lucy found out that Peter, her boyfriend and my husband, was married.
She told me everything. How they met, felt the sparks, and continued to pursue the connection.
I held her hands in mine, a gesture of comfort. I gave her my number and made her promise not to do anything foolish until we had the chance to talk again.
She kissed me softly on the lips. Then, she ran back to her car.
It was written all over her, the desire to be pampered and seen. I was her mirror.
I am already falling in love with my husband’s mistress.
Excellent writing
Hi.
Thank you for your kind comment.
This was actually one of the first things I ever submitted to any journal/magazine.
Well done. A lot in a few lines.
Thank you so much for your comment Ed.