It was only after she had left that he remembered the Deli store had closed down last week.
‘Just popping to the Deli store,’ she had called up the stairs.
He already knew where she was going.
It was just that the lie was so barefaced this time.
He decided to head out to the bar even though it was only noon.
He would pass her on the way.
He would pretend not to see her outside the clinic, demanding the right to life.
It was her way of dealing with the guilt.
His way was to drink away his own life.
Copyright Jean L. Hayes
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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