Should I suffer in silence, or should I flee? I won’t miss his aftershave smell, or the night-time visitors. I throw a dice – it lands on Go! The decision is made for me. Packing is a brief activity – a few essentials in a backpack, and I’m ready. I get as far as the pavement when that bitch Linda sees me. She pins me against the wall, fishing for her phone and I know it’s all over. But wait! A taxi arrives. ‘Go,’ she says, thrusting a bunch of notes into my pocket.
Perhaps she isn’t such a bitch after all.
Selected - Drabble - February
Published in Issue #27
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