Unresolved
This was never the plan. Your choice, but my fault – my failure – as certain as if I provided the weapon. Forever my soul will haunt the hallways of regret, closing doors on what should have been. We remain unresolved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written in response to the YeahWrite #342 Microprose Challenge: Write a complete story in exactly…
Weekend Business
Gail signed the document, then locked and patted her briefcase. “Business awaits. Will you be OK this weekend?” Recalling the suspicious “business” charges on their Visa statement, she imagines how Rich’s face will look later when the card is declined. With a dismissive wave, Gail smiles. “I’m sure I will.” ~~~~~ A bit of an update……