I don’t recognize her at first. Different clothes, different hairstyle.
I smile, stand up.
“Thanks for coming,” I say. “You want coffee?”
“No thanks.”
She sits. Her face is leaner, the high cheekbones defined.
“You look great,” I say.
“I’ve been doing crossfit.”
“I hear that’s pretty grueling.”
She flexes her bicep. “It’s paying off.”
“Thanks for coming,” I say again.
“I had to come,” she says.
My heart leaps a little. “Sarah, I…”
She holds up her hand. “Don’t.”
She unsnaps her handbag and takes out a manila envelope.
“I didn’t want to have them serve you the papers.”
Dear Josh,
Wow. Short and to the point. You and your alter ego have joined for two sides of the same story. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I figured you’d catch that! Thanks
I did. I just won’t give him the time of day, let alone a comment. ;)
The sweetest revenge. Great flow to the story.
Ouch. Probably better to get it over with quick and sharp.
Ouch. That sounds like my Bro inlaw and ex-sisinlaw. She left him a note on the kitchen table, cleaned out the house, and said she’d be back for the rest, later. He’s never been the same, since.
Oh, I wasn’t expecting that! But then, neither was he. Nicely done, Josh.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
At least one of these lovers is star-crossed
Love that your two stories complete each other. Well done, sir!
..and then she was gone. Nice one.
Here’s mine!
Tension, then resolution. She’s become stronger. He’s become the weak one. Love it.
Great story, Josh. Your last line is a stiletto!
Thanks, Penny
I like the realness of the dialogue.