This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Many thanks to Rochelle!
Restoration
That girl from 3A holds our photo from Paris, the Eiffel Tower looming in the background. She’s chuffed. Dimples cave her cheeks like parentheses but feel like exclamations.
“Your picture was water-damaged, probably from the roof leak.”
She’s restored it. If she’d been around years earlier, she’d have fixed us.
I smile. “Thank you, Gwendolyn.”
“You didn’t need fixing,” she says. “You doubted, she loved. Still does. Your wife forgave you everything.” Her words echo in the hallway.
I’m stilled.
Warmth, teeth on my earlobe.
Emily. Kiss then bite.
“I’ve missed you.” Her.
“I’ve not missed you.” Ever.
Pain.
Me.
end
“I’ve not missed you.” – a pretty harsh reply!
Yep. No love lost. Many thanks! 🙂
That puts a brutal end to that!
Yep! Thank you so much, Iain. Hope you and yours are well!
A deftly handled anti-romance
Thank you, Neil. Yep, definitely anti-romance! 🙂
I love this line, “Dimples cave her cheeks like parentheses but feel like exclamations.” I like the way the words and clarity disintegrate as the relationship does. Well done.
Thank you! 🙂
I read this one twice.Just to make sure. The End!
Thank you so much, Anne! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
Intriguing piece. Sounds like that relationship is beyond fixing. At least the photo is restored. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
You always look on the bright side, Rochelle, which is a sincerely good thing! Yep, relationship is seriously dead. 🙂
Yikes. lots of anger there. “I’ve not missed you. Ever.” One can hear the sound of the door slamming.
Thank you, Linda. Yes, I don’t think they were a match made in heaven! 🙂