Maybe I Always Knew

rainy-night

He’s not coming out. Not tonight, anyway.

I must have known. I think I did, anyway. It’s such a cliché. Late nights. Straight to voicemail.

I haven’t told anyone. Not my sister, not my mom. What would they say? Tell me that they saw it right away, that they saw what kind of man I was marrying? Did they?

Holy crap. It’s raining buckets now. I couldn’t drive through this even if I wanted to.

The windows are fogging. I wonder if this looks suspicious. A rainy motel parking lot, the windows steamed solid.

A man alone in a car.

 

 

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