Fiction Friday

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She stared at her hands.  He tapped his foot.

The silence screamed, the florescent lights giving her olive skin a green tinge.

“It’ll be ok.”  His thumb brushed over the back of her hand.  ”If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.”

She nodded mutely.  By her feet lay a gleaming briefcase, papers once deemed so important scattered at her feet.

Three minutes was a lifetime.

“And we’ve always planned for this.”  His chatter crawled across her skin like a wool sweater.  She grit her teeth as he continued, “Sure, it’s early, but I can get a second job.”

All she could do was nod.  Her heart hammered against her ribs, one thought pounding in her skull.

The timer dinged and she turned, hiding her face as he checked the results.  She knew before his smile what the answer was.

As he threw his arms around her, a single tear wobbled down her cheek, splashing onto the forgotten high heels kicked across the worn rug.

It was everything she never knew she wanted.

Have a good weekend, Invisible Friends!