There’s something going on

I got home from work earlier than usual, soaked from the walk. April is one of those months when I never know whether to take my raincoat.

In the evenings, since Joanie finished with me, all I usually do is sit in and mope. I live in a ground floor apartment on the same block as the two nightclubs in this small town and there’s plenty of pretty women that walk by, so I like to watch the world from my window as my coffee gets cold.

Tonight is different. Tonight I’m going to a party, getting myself all smartened up. I’ve even washed my hair. I set off down my road and there’s Jeanie coming the other way. At least she’s over the other side, so I don’t have to speak to that ugly brute of a boyfriend holding her hand. I can’t believe she’s actually with him. They always say that looks don’t count and I guess there is the living proof of it.

I give them an evil stare and walk by.

Graham @GrahamDinton

Passionate fiction writer

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1 Comment

  • Agent Catfish on 17 January, 2013

    This piece is great – really great – you need to write more!

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