News and a writing prompt

Turn Truth Into Fiction

His pale blue eyes twinkle in the dim light of the bar.

Vic’s late.

Why doesn’t that surprise me?

I sip my wine and recall the reasons why we’d split up…

I’d cheated on him. But I knew even if I had remained faithful, he was too weak-willed and easily led for us to create a solid future together. Two peas in a pod. So I had to move on. I needed to be grounded. My new partner could do that…

“Sorry, gorgeous.” Vic sits down and his pale blue eyes twinkle in the dim light of the bar.

One way or another, I never fail to forgive him. Right from the start, that has been the template of our friendship.

“Did you get the tape?” He asks. “I think it included all our songs.”

“Yeah. It did… Thank you. Though the memories made me cry.” I’ve always been honest with him. I even told him when I cheated. It was just the once. Then I felt ashamed, and we went our separate ways.

Reaching over, he clasps my arm instinctively. My mouth becomes dry. Pulling away, I take the last sip of wine and hand him the glass.

“Another. To make up for you being late,” I command, my pulse quickening.