Pete

The rain forces me to retreat into a bus shelter, annoying the elderly occupant. I can still see Rebecca, sat within the cafe across the road. Buses roll past, splitting time, as I watch her staring at her phone.

Reading the message I had sent her.

On cue Stevie walks down the street, head down, shielding himself from the rain. Oblivious of my presence, unaware of this voyeur’s betrayal.

How else was this dance going to end?

He knew how I felt about her.

Then to watch him cheat and lie.

He enters. I sit, rolling a cigarette.

Hands shaking.