Reservations?

She wore a dress, unsure of what the meeting was for.  He arrived late, and went straight to business.

“I talked to a lawyer last week.  I think it’s time we get a divorce.  We can sell the house and divide the furniture.  I already know what I want.”

His words slowly faded into the background as she sipped her Jasmine tea, thinking…..this is a nice restaurant…maybe I’ll come back here some day.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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