“I’m getting married,” Anderson said.
This is it, Mary thought, he’s finally proposing to me. She laughed inwardly. Over the phone. What a doofus. “You can’t ask the question like a normal person, can you? You have to state it,” she teased.
His voice hitched. “I’m getting married on Thursday. I can’t see you anymore.”
The addendum slapped the smile off her face. “What?”
“I’m breaking up with you.”
“What?”
“So this is good-bye.”
“Wait, Anderson, what—”
“Good-bye.”
He hung up. The cordless phone dropped from her hand and clattered on the floor, sending its batteries rolling, irretrievable.
Beck Scassellati over 4 years ago
This was actually the beginning of a longer story I wrote, but it worked as a drabble all on its own.
Aishling over 4 years ago
Loved it, really well written :)