Another story for Flash Fiction Friday. I guess I feel strongly about some things.
It was a beautiful afternoon.
My girlfriend and I had finally spent the night together, but eventually, reluctantly, we agreed it was time to get up. I got out of bed to make us coffee.
While the kettle boiled I sat down at my little table to wait.
She came out of the bedroom, not yet dressed; we had no need of clothes now. She sat down across the table from me and lit a cigarette.
Curls of smoke drifted away as she held it idly.
I put my head in my hands.
“You said you’d quit”.
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