Games

His face was constantly buried in his phone; eyes transfixed, fingers frantically pressing.

For the first few weeks she’d feigned interest – that’s what people do.

As time passed, she began to resent how little notice he took of her. She could walk into the room naked, asking an opinion about her new dress, and he’d just reply dismissively, ‘nice...’

On a rainy Wednesday she finally gave up. Enraged, exasperated and exhausted: sentence over; punctuated with a door slam.

He put down the phone and looked at where she had been.

It had been difficult, but he’d won the game.