Picture courtesy of Jan Wayne Fields
Elegant table setting, a courtyard view. Something about this seems to evoke a feeling of deeply held secrets and denial. Let’s see where this idea takes me.
Word count: 100
She’d waited as long as she could. Dinner was ruined anyway. The candles burned out long before she gave up hope. Pain pierced her core.
Coming home to the dark apartment, the table told the whole story. He’d forgotten their plans; the dinner, the celebration, their anniversary.
One drink turned into two, then three. Then home with the cute young thing with the piercings. Too late, he realized that what he’d lost was everything.
Her note said it all: “Goodbye, good riddance – I hope she was worth it.”
Mirrored in the window, his reflection felt as hollow as his soul.
© Erin Leary
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