“Well, that’s that,” Joe said as he reached for my hand. Staying silent, I let the distance between us widen.
Trying again, Joe confidently declared: “It’s the best thing for him.”
“Don’t spew that party line crap at me! This isn’t how things were supposed to go.”
“For heaven’s sake, Lisa, it’s a day cruise for singles! You’re not launching him onto an ice float to die!”
“I’ll be sure to remind you of that when it’s your mum’s turn.”
“What … no … she … hrmph.”
Magnanimous in victory, I grabbed his hand. “I know. Letting go is hard.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey
Thanks for the photo inspiration to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners
