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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.
Done.
I always dreamed of taking the bus to Santa Fe.
end 12/30/2016
S. Darlington
I thought this excellently told with some cracking lines like, her throat showed work done. Superb.
Thank you!
A self-contained and satisfying piece, Well done Sascha
Thank you!
I loved this – primeval lust is such a game changer. The depth of this story exceeded the word count. Great piece.
Thank you. 🙂
A good decision on her part.
DJ
Dear Sascha,
She’s wise to leave that relationship. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you.
Nicely controlled extract from an all too familiar scenario, I guess. Good one.
Thank you.
Guess she finally found the excuse to go…
He is a silly boy, but she knew that deep down I think.