Tokens of his love left by way of an apology before he left last night to go back to his wife and children. She dumped the flowers in the bin.
At her yoga as she tried to revive herself from too much wine the night before. She stuck to the back of the class and tried to avoid the instructor’s eye.
Sitting round the table at another work meeting with the identikit, white males who will never learn to listen to her. The only female on the company board, tolerated but never listened to.
She paid the £10 fine to the car park attendant who had no time for her excuses and simply kept pointing to the sign that stated ‘Lost Parking Tokens Subject to £10 Fine.’
She added some pepper and mushrooms to the pizza topping in an effort to make the mound of dough, cheese and sauce have some nutritional value. With the ice-cream dessert she didn’t even bother trying.
A zoom call with friends. She slapped on a little concealer on and brushed her hair. She picked a clean top but didn’t bother changing out of her comfy pyjama trousers. While they chattered away she paid more attention to her phone.
His message came through, as she knew it would. Could he come over again tonight for an hour? His wife was out and the kids were staying with friends. Why not? He was good company. She would have to rescue the flowers from the bin.
Tomorrow she resolved to turn over a new leaf and make a real commitment to something. She just had to decide what.