By John Holland
Sunday evening. They were sitting in the comfy armchairs in the window of the Royal Oak. She was leafing through Vogue. He scanned his Iphone.
He looked at her.
‘It’s time we moved on,’ he said.
She held his gaze.
“I know,” she said. “I feel so fucking miserable. I hate the thought of seeing you walk through the door every day. There’s nothing there. You must know I’m seeing someone else. I deserve love, don’t I? I’m not a bad person. You can’t say that, can you?”
“No,” he said. “I just meant let’s try the bar round the corner.”
A moving story. We are different breeds. Nicely written, John.
It’s intended to be funny. it only works if you can’t see the last line coming. I guess that will vary between readers.
Perfect…….
PERFECT?….!
Darkly funny!
Thanks Tone, Wolfe and Katlyn. John