Thanks to Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers for the Photo Prompt. If you’d like to participate, visit here.
For more stories, visit here.
Bus Stop, Baby
Was there anything special about her? 40’s, blonde, a bit thin. Her throat showed work done. She frequently fondled her platinum hair during dinner.
I viewed a subtle glance from my boyfriend to her. He placed his napkin on the table.
“I need a rest.”
A moment later, she left her table.
Clang. Not an idiot.
I glanced at the man she left behind, face pressed against his iphone.
I slung my purse over my shoulder, edged to the restrooms, heard the reverb of grunting.
I always dreamed of taking the bus to Santa Fe.